Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[He screamed, and she almost winced. Sitting there, she wondered how much of the boy she'd known in high school remained. It was easy to blame this all on the serum, but the changes began before any drug entered Harry's system. When she came back from California, he was already different. Before that, he'd been careful with her, trusting, and while he hadn't been in love with her, she'd honestly believed he loved her for everything they'd gone through together. But now she wasn't sure about that, and she hadn't been for a long time. It would be easy to blame all of that on Mary Jane Watson, but that wouldn't be true, and logic filtered its way much too often for Gwen's liking.]
I don't hate you. You know that, Harry. You know I don't, so why would you say that? [She stood, and she followed his gaze again, and she shook her head. Her voice was pleading, and she knew this could be a deliberate ploy. But it was hard to tell with Harry. He was always sad, lost, and trying to kill himself was something she could easily list within expected behavior parameters for him.
She moved back toward the door. Maybe getting Peter was a good idea.] Harry, please.