[Hank stops, his jaw working, listening to his Connor grinding whatever dignity Hank has left under his heels with every step closer that he takes. He only looks up to sneer at Connor as he walks past him, and he makes it almost all the way to the bed before he has to stop and lean against the wall. He wouldn't know it was his room if Connor didn't seem so sure; these bland walls and twisted up, sweat soaked bedsheets could belong to anybody. There's only one thing in 'his' room that actually makes it worth coming back to.
The way he looks around for Sumo isn't something he can totally hide but Hank tries to be subtle about it, and tries to be subtle, too, about how long it takes to remind himself that that's what he left the door unlocked for, so Sumo could go out while Hank was too busy being out of his mind to take him. So. Sumo knows how to go out on his own when he needs to, and that's fine. That's good to know.
He flops down onto the mattress, hunching forward over his knees with an arm curled loosely around his stomach.]
Looks like you did it, got me right where I'm supposed to be.
[He closes his eyes, taking slow breaths through his nose to try and hold off the nausea.]
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The way he looks around for Sumo isn't something he can totally hide but Hank tries to be subtle about it, and tries to be subtle, too, about how long it takes to remind himself that that's what he left the door unlocked for, so Sumo could go out while Hank was too busy being out of his mind to take him. So. Sumo knows how to go out on his own when he needs to, and that's fine. That's good to know.
He flops down onto the mattress, hunching forward over his knees with an arm curled loosely around his stomach.]
Looks like you did it, got me right where I'm supposed to be.
[He closes his eyes, taking slow breaths through his nose to try and hold off the nausea.]
Now is your job fucking done?