[He mutters it to himself. There’s a phrase you’d only hear out of a plastic mouth.]
I miss... dunno. Miss real food. I miss whiskey. Kind of miss white noise- TV, you know? Other than that - fuck, it’s actually easier here? In a fuckin... fucked up kind of way? Outside the weird shit, I mean. Don’t even have to get up in the morning.
[Sumo, done eating and unhappy with the floor, wanders over to the bed and hefts himself up onto it, his head nudging Hank’s arm as he does. Hank jerks back like he’s been shocked, only taking in what touched him after he’s gone far back enough to accidentally wedge himself on the other side of the bed between it and the wall.
He looks at Sumo a second and laughs, embarrassed, closing his eyes again and rubbing a hand over them.]
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[He mutters it to himself. There’s a phrase you’d only hear out of a plastic mouth.]
I miss... dunno. Miss real food. I miss whiskey. Kind of miss white noise- TV, you know? Other than that - fuck, it’s actually easier here? In a fuckin... fucked up kind of way? Outside the weird shit, I mean. Don’t even have to get up in the morning.
[Sumo, done eating and unhappy with the floor, wanders over to the bed and hefts himself up onto it, his head nudging Hank’s arm as he does. Hank jerks back like he’s been shocked, only taking in what touched him after he’s gone far back enough to accidentally wedge himself on the other side of the bed between it and the wall.
He looks at Sumo a second and laughs, embarrassed, closing his eyes again and rubbing a hand over them.]
Fuck. Thought he was you...