Act 2, Scene 4
Back on MJ's TV set, she and the cast and crew are assembled around a television watching the drama in space unfold. MJ looks horrified.
NEWSWOMAN: …the shuttle app1ears to be venting vapors from its aft section. Although the exact design of the new shuttle has been kept secret, our experts believe that the oxygen supplies must be approaching critical levels…
MARY-JANE: Oh God. John, no…
A comforting hand drops on her shoulder. Reflexively she reaches up and squeezes it, before noting by touch that the hand belongs to-
MARY-JANE: Harry?
HARRY: Hey MJ. I was coming down to say hi when all this started.
We get a good look at Harry Osborn, and he's a different figure from the pathetic slumped shadow of a man left sobbing in the alleyway. This Harry stands tall, seems composed and collected, and generally more sure of himself than the old Harry. The other main difference is the eyes; still as big as before, but with a new steel to their stare, and very occasionally, if one looks hard enough, a hint that all is not well in the mind that lurks behind them.
MARY-JANE: Isn't it awful? My God…
HARRY: John will make it home, MJ. He's the best pilot we have. That's why he's up there.
MARY-JANE: Yeah…
HARRY: Guilt?
MARY-JANE: (angrily) Of course guilt. You don't jilt someone at the altar and ever not feel guilt every day for the rest of your life, Harry.
HARRY: Why'd you do it?
MARY-JANE: What?
HARRY: It's a fair question isn't it?
MARY-JANE: You're asking this now?
HARRY: You wouldn't answer it before when I asked, so why not now? Might help you feel better.
Mary-Jane is speechless.
MARY-JANE: You think I'm worried about me right now?
HARRY: I'm sorry, MJ. You're right. Must be…I don't know, I'm just so worried about John too (an obvious lie) it's hard to know what to say…
MARY-JANE: (not entirely sincerely) Well, it's okay Harry.
HARRY: Your reasons are your own.
MARY-JANE: Thank you.
Beat.
HARRY: Where's Pete?
Mary-Jane flinches and we see Harry's mouth curl in disgust, unseen by her. He composes his expression by the time she returns her attention to him.
MARY-JANE: He just…I don't know…I haven't seen him in a couple of days. Why do you want to know anyway? I thought you two were still sore at each other.
HARRY: A little.
MARY-JANE: I wish you'd fix it.
HARRY: I do too, MJ. Who knows...maybe you can help us...
His fingers curl slightly around the skin of her shoulder. We see that Norman Osborn glint in his eye as he smiles.