Re: Log, pizza reunion?: Jason T & MJ W
[It seemed as if no one had really expected Harry to lose it quite in the way he had, and nobody less than Mary Jane. Jason was still on the porch by the time she came out, off to the side and unseen as she cried and battled her phone and slumped against the side of the house.
He hadn't left. He had thought he was going to, and then he hadn't. Gwen might not want him in the room with her, but he couldn't just skip out with her down there talking to a maniac. He genuinely didn't think she'd be stupid enough to open the door, but Harry was being even more violent with himself than Jason had expected. You never could tell what self-harm might accomplish in the pity department.
He wasn't much use standing by himself in the lobby, or staring at Peter and Mary Jane, though, so he'd picked the porch for a little uneasy waiting, huddled against the cold, shoulders tucked in around a lit cigarette. He didn't smoke much, but today seemed to call for it.
Then: Mary Jane. He waited until she fully collapsed against the side of the house before announcing himself with a classically awkward throat clear.] Hey. [A pause, looking her over. Then he crossed the distance between them, flicking his cigarette into the bushes.
He stood just inside the door frame, close to where she was sitting against the wall.] You'd think you had a rough day or something. [A very faint smile.]