Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[She was expecting violence, but he whispered and remained calm as he fought his body's physiological need for sleep. She let him curl against her, knee wedged between bare thighs and arm across the ache of bruises that covered her skin from shoulder to neck. Her breathing was too fast, nervous, and that coupled with the bruises to make this a pantomime of the past instead of the harmless reality of their childhood.]
When we were kids. [He wanted to marry her when they were small, and she wanted to marry him too. Tin foil rings, but then they'd grown up, and life had brought them here.] I am proud of you, Harry. I've always been proud of you.
[He winced, and her heart raced, blood pressure climbing, and she wondered if there was some reaction to the medication in the vial that she hadn't accounted for. Something in his blood that she hadn't taken into consideration, and she tried to keep the fear out of her eyes. In over her head, and she felt no older than her twenty years in that moment. She wished Doctor Banner was still here, or that Ms. Carter and Mr. Rogers were still together and like they were before. But even Peter was gone, and she didn't know what to do as Harry gripped her bruises hard enough to make her ineffectively swallow back a whimper.]
Curioddities. [The book, and he'd humored her with his interest. But the cold on his skin scared her enough that she sat up, and his subsequent question terrified her as he slipped into that flutter of eyelids. She wasn't sure if it was the beginning of a seizure.] You're not dying. [But she sat there, frozen and uncertain and ready to move if those twitches didn't stop within the next thirty seconds.]