Harry’s an idiot. He knows he’s an idiot. As he walks up to Julian’s door, all he can think of is how stupid he is, a dull, aching pit of misery in his stomach making him feel nauseous and terrible. He almost doesn’t want to knock - Julian is one of Jubilee’s closest friends, he might not even let Harry in if he knows he’s upset her somehow - but he doesn’t know where else to go. Gwen has the boys, Peter has enough on his plate, he knows MJ likely won’t be home. He can’t barge in on Bucky and his boyfriend, god only knows where Flash is. And Julian might not know everything, but... he’s been there for Harry enough that Harry trusts him.
He knows on the door quickly, nervous as hell, glancing around as he waits for Julian to answer. He doesn’t have a bag, no clothes, nothing - he didn’t think to bring anything, he didn’t want to bring anything. He doesn’t even want to be here, he wants to be at home, he wants to make it right, he wants to take that terrible hurt look off Jubilee’s face and make sure she’s okay but... the way she’d looked at him when he said those utterly stupid words, Harry doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to see that again. “Julian, it’s Harry.” He knocks again, hoping he’s awake, hoping he’ll even let Harry inside at all because if he doesn’t - well, at least Harry’s couch in his office is comfortable enough, maybe that’s a somewhat decent alternative.
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