“Oscorp. I came here to do business, but I need to get back.” Glancing downwards, Harry forces himself to take a deep breath, one that would travel through his veins and heal his tired bones, just for a little bit. The smile that meets him when he looks back up surprises him, kind of, because he doesn’t see smiling people just any day. He immediately offers one back, politeness overtaking his weariness, and his shoulders relax considerably. “But the Osborn mansion would be fine too, if you know either.”
"Oh, well, that's on my way, actually."
New York wasn't the smallest city, nor was it the most intimate, so it was highly impossible to find a face more than twice, even with the same route and time on a weekly bias. But buildings-- Now buildings never moved. Dependable and sturdy, a few things he could honestly count on once he got here. Independence was key when he got his scholarship, and it would be for the rest of his life. Now a smile wasn't always promising, but it had seemed to play in his favor with this lad, and not just by the curved corners of his mouth, but in his overall tenseness. Ryan's smile grows just a smidge more.
"Not sure about the mansion, but I can definitely lead you to the building.
