[ People are staring. And of course they are. Harry is having a fucking emotional meltdown in the middle of a hotel bar, yelling about both his daddy issues and the fucking disease he's tried so hard to keep under wraps.
He needs to go. He needs to go, now. ]
Yeah. [ Of course, the Harry Dr. Octavius mentioned is this Norman's son. Of course, everything is connected. Why wouldn't it be? ] Fine. Sure. I'll talk to him.
[ He's not going to fucking reach out to anyone about this. If Dr. Octavius wants to talk, he'll have to come to Harry.
Harry swallows, but his mouth is dry. He should have at least finished that drink. But no. He just turns and walks away. ]
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He needs to go. He needs to go, now. ]
Yeah. [ Of course, the Harry Dr. Octavius mentioned is this Norman's son. Of course, everything is connected. Why wouldn't it be? ] Fine. Sure. I'll talk to him.
[ He's not going to fucking reach out to anyone about this. If Dr. Octavius wants to talk, he'll have to come to Harry.
Harry swallows, but his mouth is dry. He should have at least finished that drink. But no. He just turns and walks away. ]