Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[She didn't draw back at the anger in his gaze. It was the logical response to visual aggression, but she'd spent the last half year on the seesaw with Harry Osborn and his increasing violence. She'd become acclimated in a way that she knew was entirely unhealthy, but logic didn't play a part in her response as she sat there in the chair, straight back and stubborn and refusing to need to call Peter to help her with this.
There was no reason Peter Parker should be able to deal with this any better than she could.
But Gwen, despite her IQ and intelligence, had always been prone to making risky choices. They always served her and Peter well, and even when it had cost her life they'd saved New York. If she'd stayed when she was supposed, when safety demanded that she do so, crocodiles would've taken over the city, and she reminded herself of that as Harry glared from the bed.
But there was a new problem. If he was that far away, she couldn't sedate him, and she saw the way he looked at the bedsheets and the ceiling; her sitting there wasn't going to remain a viable option for long.]
I don't think you'd hurt me. I think whatever you're infected with makes you less aware of your actions than you'd be otherwise, Harry. If I thought you'd hurt me, I wouldn't be sitting here where you could reach through the bars and strangle me.
[Which he could, and maybe that put everything into perspective. She pulled the cellphone out of her pocket, and she considered the digital turnkey on the panic room door.] Promise you'll stay on the bed, okay?