[ The thing about MJ is that he feels surprisingly comfortable being around her. He thinks it's because she has no idea who he is. She doesn't know him. Doesn't expect anything from him. They're strangers. But he's worried now that he might have burst that little bubble with all the things he'd mentioned to her about the problematic issues he's been facing. He's hoping she has the memory of a fish called Dory :#.

Tonight is a brand new night, and although tomorrow is very much uncertain, he's hoping he'll have a better grip on himself. An Osborn is never weak and he'd hate to be pitied most of all. ]

Well, I'm thinking I'd like some company. [ He smiles easily this time, having perfected the art of masking pain and anger when he needs to. Practice makes perfect. ] But if I can't have that, I'll settle for some popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios in a neat little bowl if you have it. Or maybe some warm pretzels with gouda, pancetta and onion fondue. [ If MJ has a habit of giving that similar 'never been better' reply, Harry makes a joke of ordering at the bar -- always requesting for things he knows is a little over the top fancy. ]