[Harry snorts and takes the beating, the flurry of fists, the angry cries, because it's exactly what he wants.

More specifically, Jo that close to him is exactly what he wants, and look. It's paid off.]

You stupid bitch, [He snarls and grabs her, one hand winding into her long hair, the other going for her throat.

He pushes them back until he can press her up against something solid and leans right in, expression hard but his eyes are glassy and dark - a handful of hazel tones shining brightly as though he were in a fever.]

You don't get to tell me anything.

[They're so close he could kiss her if he wanted.]

But let me tell you something..hm? This whole thing? You two? It ain't gonna happen, sister, and here's why. You will never be good enough.

You will never be what he needs.

And Tommy here? You will never save him.