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makehimbleed.

His head nods briefly in response to her reassurance, that he isn’t causing her anymore distress by muttering nonsense. Still, he wishes he could do more, wants to be able to dry her eyes completely rather than just his half assed attempts, but his head is fuzzy and he’s not thinking straight, something he’s come to regret for the first time in quite some time. So he merely watches her carefully, studying her every reaction and the way her eyes glimmer with tears in a way he can’t control. He’s ready to try and wipe them away again, but then she’s speaking again and leaning her forehead against his own and it successfully halts his own movements. He nods again, knowing all too well the adoration and love she holds for him. Which is a first that he can confidently assume such in a relationship. He’s never had such a level of comfort with another, but Juliette proves to be a first for him in many different aspects. Including the first person he’s ever confessed love for. ❝ I love you too, Jules, ❞ he returns as he goes back to wrapping his arms around her, yet doesn’t pull her any closer. ❝ I love you so much. ❞

Perhaps it makes her greedy, or needy, or narcissistic --- but something in her demands such reminders, yearns for the soft reassurance he provides her, now. She knows he loves her. He needn’t say it aloud for her to innately know such, yet she requests it of him, regardless. Selfish, perhaps, but he does so for her time and time again without objection. He’s too good for her. Too kind. Too soft. And if taking advantage of such knowledge makes her a greedy individual, she’ll revel in it. His arms are around her again. Even in such a state as he’s in, it’s a comfort, as though he’s capable of shielding her from the world outside their door with his mere touch. She wishes such were true. Tired sigh is exhaled. She nuzzles gently against his cheek, before plush pout drops a few languid kisses along the line of his jaw, against his temple. ❝  — … I think we should get some rest, don’t you ? ❞ she’s exhausted, well beyond the stage, in truth, but knows all too well that she won’t be able to doze off without him in reach, regardless.   

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makehimbleed.

Humming transitions into incoherent mumbling and back again as he keeps her pressed against him, fingertips idly toying with the ends of her smooth strands of chocolate locks as he does so. It continues on like this for a few minutes, something that only seems like seconds in his drunken mind before he pulls away ever so carefully to look her in those beautiful doe eyes of hers again. Only to note the glassy appearance to them. He frowns, arms unwrapping themselves from around her to instead gently wipe at the corner of her eyes to rid her of the offending tears that he seems incapable of stopping. He hates seeing her this way, as rare a sight as it is, but he of all people can understand its necessity as well. Still, it doesn’t manage to dull the ache in his chest any, especially when he fears he may be part of the cause. If not responsible for the sight entirely. ❝ Do… do you want me to stop? ❞ He asks ever so gently. 

Any other given evening, she’d be perfectly content in such a moment -- tangled up with him, whilst he gifts her his sole attentions. But this isn’t any given evening, any given moment. Juliette tries, bless her heart, to avert her gaze, to spare him from seeing hues that glitter with tears rather than delight, but fails even so, because before a moment more passes he’s sweeping them away. Furrow deepens between manicured brows, and she sniffs, fair features half hidden from view as her head falls. ❝ No — … I like listening to you. ❞ comes murmured reply, and such, at least, is a truth. Soothing, the sound of his voice in her ear, even when the words he utters seems to tangle nonsensically upon his tongue. He’s not done anything wrong, anything to garner such a reaction from her, but weariness has won out over timing, and she can’t seem to stifle the pain that’s blossoming in her chest, proves utterly overwhelming in the moment. She swallows thickly, cants head upward just so to study pale hues despite the fact she’s yet to rid her own of tears. ❝ I love you. You know that, don’t you ? ❞ and yet despite such sentiment, there’s a sadness to the way she presses her forehead to his, noses just brushing whilst voice trembles. ❝ I just -- I love you so fucking much, Harry Osborn. ❞

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makehimbleed.

Even in his intoxicated state, he knows what to expect, knew better than to believe she’d actually accept his apology despite in being necessary in his mind. She’s exhausted, looks worn out beyond all belief and oh so miserable on top of it. He wants to argue, should argue his point, but the alcohol in his system makes him feel more relaxed than anything. Besides, he’s well aware how the argument would turn out if he so chose to do so. It would be an endless circle of reassurance to all his negative thoughts. As she always did. She’s too good for him. Falling silent, Harry simply holds her closer, albeit still being sure not to harm her or make her uncomfortable in the process. He hums something off rhythm, a song he can’t recall the words to, but he knows the tune. Somewhat. Off beat, he sways the two of them gently, as though it’s all a feeble attempt to sooth her. 

She finds herself drawn nearer still, melting against him with no semblance of opposition. Arms drape lightly over his shoulders, carefully, ever carefully, though she’s seemingly long since mapped the minefield that is his form, now, wounded as it may be. She knows what this is, knows that even in his current daze, he’s picked up on the fact that she’s not quite her usual self, lacks the effervescent demeanor so typical of Juliette Banner, the light. She hates herself for being this way, ever an emotional little creature. So capable of turning it off at work, at an operation table, when her patient’s life plays out in her hands ... but such case wasn’t the same. This wasn’t work, this was home, this was her life and the man she loved and -- she can’t turn it off. She feels everything with him, and that had come to means astounding highs every bit as much as it did devastating lows. Tears sting at cognac hues, and she attempts to stifle them desperately, because the very last thing he needed was her falling to pieces in him arms. 

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makehimbleed.

There’s a guilt that eats at him in response to her answer and perhaps that’s been there all night when she didn’t come home on time. Because he knows how hard she’s working just to save his life and as grateful as he is for it, it hurts knowing she’s running herself to the bone just for him. He’s not worth the effort and he knows it, but there’s no point in trying to argue that to Juliette. He knows the answer he’ll receive, how she thinks he’s worth every minute she spends in the lab no matter how much he says otherwise. Sighing quietly, he turns his head to gently peck at her temple before pulling away to look her in the eyes. Only to find he doesn’t like the expression she bears. Not that it’s her fault. It’s his. It’s all his. ❝ Jules, ❞ he breathes as he studies her, his vision taking a moment to adjust properly as he sits there with her. ❝ I’m - I’m sorry. ❞

Sorry ? Manicured brows knit together in confusion at such a statement, as though apology has been uttered in a language she doesn’t understand. He has nothing to be sorry for, and she’s sworn such to him a thousand times over. He’s given her everything -- showered her with gifts, with praise, affections, with a level of devotion she hadn’t even known was possible until she’d met him. He loved her. And that alone made it all worth it. The long hours, the exhaustion, the frustration, the emotional toll it was taking ... it was worth it. Harry Osborn was worth it. His lips press to her temple and she exhales a soft sigh at such display of unspoken adoration. ❝ Don’t. ❞ soft plea, dark hues training upon his fairer. ❝ Don’t be — ... I mean it, Harry. ❞ and she does, really, because the last thing he needed was to worry about her, to feel even worse because of her.