Re: Log, pizza reunion?: Jason T & MJ W
Me neither. [There was no shame in admitting that. He didn't typically want to be places people didn't want him - unless he was in the mood to pick a fight, and admittedly, that wasn't a small percentage of his days.
He didn't have a kleenex to offer her, could only watch her sniffle. Even wrapped up in the hundred worries running through his head, about Gwen, about the clouds on the horizon back home that he'd refused to think through seriously until now, he could read the anticipation of rejection on her face when she asked for a drink while begging off with her hands.] I was going to leave, but I decided to stick around until I know everything's alright. [Because he could be blind, but he knew what Gwen might be willing to do for Harry, and could pretend it didn't selfishly sting.] Could use a drink, though.
It's the worst, coming here. [He looked from her to the grounds ahead of them, waved a hand out to them.] Not here, I mean. The hotel. I showed up, and someone who I'd just been through a mess with didn't even know my name. I could explain what had happened, why I hated him, but it didn't matter. We'd never really met.
[His eyes fixed on the gate at the end of the frozen lawn.] Then it turned out he was a different kind of person than I was expecting, and maybe I was better off with somebody who never even had the chance to turn their back on me. [He shifted against the side of the house. Still no sound from inside, no sign of movement at all.]
It's different for you, I know, these people are your friends. ...I guess I'm trying to say it doesn't suck forever. Or it doesn't have to. You figure out something new, and you go from there. [He looked back at MJ, and he smiled, rueful.] You just picked a bad time to walk in and play getting to know you. Not your fault.