She’s up on her feet so fast she almost trips, Harry’s been acting strange, yeah, but isn’t everyone entitled to a little oddness from time to time? Hell, she knows she’s got it and then some all packed into a dazed little grin, here, pop another pill, right? She knows all about the ways you take a vacation from the present, but this, this is on another level, and she knows perhaps she ought to BITE HER TONGUE, but that’s never really been her style, hasn’t it? A hand that holds onto the sleeve of his shirt, he shrugs her off but she remains, persistent, following closely after him insistent even as his palm shoots out to hold himself up, Alice already there at his side to help him maintain his balance as she resists the urge that washes through her to give him a proper shake, if only to see what the hell he’s thinking, doing, to himself. “What the fuck Harry, this can’t be safe, look what it’s doing to you! Come on. We gotta get you a seat or something…”
They’re so far gone from field trips now.
Each breath draws ragged, and she’s feeling his weight slip heavier against her, Alice a slip of a girl, but she finds the strength with a hiss and a growl to pull him along behind her to the wall, so that they can slump, together, against its surface. “WHATEVER THIS IS, Harry, you gotta stop. Listen…” drugs are one thing - they’ve done them together, giggling, savouring the way their consciousness licks at heaven, but she knows when something tilts awful, sideways, kneeling in front of him, he laughs and she feels a terrible chill down her spine, doesn’t she? Palms cusping his face now, she angles his gaze towards her, finding him unfocused, he slips in and out, with her, and gone, no, he’s been gone for a while, hasn’t he? Talking about the business like any of this fucking matters, but what’s going on with him? “Listen. We’ll figure out the stuff about Oscorp. Like. This shit will always be here. But I’m worried about you man. What the hell are you doing to yourself? And more than that, why?”
And lying about what it was for wasn’t exactly the smartest idea that Harry had had. Of course, things weren’t as simple as his ideas. Things had been twisted beyond belief regarding his father, and the now vicious bruises that painted his skin seemed more brighter. Something else for him to try and explain. ( oh yeah! my father beats me. it’s fine though. i’ll be alright ! this just numbs the pain a bit ) Who the fuck would actually believe that? All he really needed was a couple of minutes for his brain to settle itself properly. Harry could handle it, and when Alice was gone --- he could go and try that glider out. Breathing still ragged, Harry rested his head down on the table in front of him -- fingers tightening around the clean table top. Why did she care? He had to wonder. It really didn’t matter to him. Everyone would just end up pushed away anyway. The dizziness is subsiding slowly, and Harry can feel the feeling slowly coming back to the rest of his body
No-one else was going to. None of the staff would take what Norman had to throw at him. So, he’d have to deal with it. It was fine. Harry knew how to cope. He knew how to look after himself and make sure things were okay. glass of water, tablet from the bottom right draw, cold compress. All he could do was stand back up, shoving her hands away from him and making his way over to the respective areas he was listing off in his mind. Pop the pill, down the water, and everything is fine! The chemicals in his brain had moved back to where they were supposed to be. “I think you should go.” Harry muttered, his fingers pulling at the edge of his hair to try and calm himself down. It had worked. He supposed. He felt much better now. Tongue trailed across his bottom lip, and Harry turned back to the girl with a small frown “I’m not talking about this -- So, you should go and I’ll talk to you whenever we talk next.” Avoid the situation. Just move on