Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[Gwen felt bad for having Jason come, only to ask him to leave, but the second Harry awoke with no memory, intent on damaging himself in that panic room, her priorities shifted entirely to the young man that was going to hurt himself if she didn't do anything about it. There was a certain level of nervousness to it, too, because with Peter and Mary Jane in the room it wasn't completely on her to figure out what to tell Harry, or what not to. With them there, calming him down didn't fall, as a task, completely on her shoulders. But with the others gone, it was just her, and if Harry got too bad, then she'd have to deal with Jasons's reaction as well. Ergo, this was better, and she mentally promised to make it up to Jason later.
She knew she did that a lot.
She knew she ended up managing Harry a lot, too.
But there was blood on Harry's face, and there were sufficient items in the room to hurt himself with if he didn't calm down, and nothing else could matter until he was less agitated. She turned to the sink in the corner. A washcloth and warm water, and she came back with a chair and pulled it to the door.
The grate extended low, enough to place food on a self that was now at chest level when Gwen sat in the tugged up chair.] I'm not an angel. You know that. I nagged you about your Calc homework too much to be an angel. Bring a chair and sit down. I'll get some of that blood off your face. [Because his arms could fit through the bars to the elbows, and hers could fit through nearly to her shoulders if she leaned forward.]