Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[The grate lowered and Harry looked at Gwen with tired blue eyes that reflected hurt and maybe a little blame. He still didn't understand why they were doing this to him, why he was down here, what his father was going to say. Was this some kind of intervention? But no, he felt too ill for some simple cocaine or party drug withdrawal and he could see the veins in the backs of his hands, they looked dark and ugly. Blood poisoning.
He glanced up with a jerk when the food was set on the shelf, but he didn't give it a secondary glance. He wasn't hungry, his brain hissed. And yes, not eating was weak, but he felt weak, and he was clearly dying, so...
He'd always been the one to give up first. Math problems flung out the window like fuck it. He didn't know how to hold onto anything or anyone because the moment things went to shit, it was like knowing the curse was true. The curse his father had told him about as a child. Everything Harry touched fucking died, rotted, became ruin. Just look at his mother. And yeah, he didn't have much of an appetite. Gwen said something about blood on his face, but he just wiped his sleeve across it and ignored the wince that came with.]
If this is the last time I see you, won't you even come in to be with me? [No angel right? But didn't he deserve some kind of humanity? Harry backed up toward the bed that resembled his own. His coffin, his brain laughed without him.]