[Hank lets out a sigh that sounds almost pained, before it turns into coughing.]
No, Connor. No.
[He sets his elbow on a knee, pressing the heel of his hand against his head, and takes a second to grab a hold of his tone and pull it down a couple notches toward something calmer. It comes out mostly just sounding tired.]
You got valuable shit to do with yourself, right? So why don't you just go fucking do it. I don't know why you're here, but whyever it was, you did it. We're done. Go make sure you didn't, I don't know, catch what I got so you don't flip out again, I can sit here on my own just fine.
[The hell of it is, he remembers now why he left in the first place. He remembers sitting here and realizing at least part of why he felt so deeply shitty was probably because he was too sick to keep track of time, and didn't remember when he last ate. But if Connor has to stick around wasting his effort for as long as that will take Hank thinks he'll probably scream, and then maybe throw up. So, fuck it. Sumo's dog food fills itself up every day, somehow - if Hank feels like he's about to starve he'll just fucking eat that, and in the meantime he'll just keep taking these slow, deep breaths through his nose, because when he can manage that without coughing it sort of helps. Going on another wild adventure to try and find the kitchen doesn't feel like it's worth the effort, anymore.]
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No, Connor. No.
[He sets his elbow on a knee, pressing the heel of his hand against his head, and takes a second to grab a hold of his tone and pull it down a couple notches toward something calmer. It comes out mostly just sounding tired.]
You got valuable shit to do with yourself, right? So why don't you just go fucking do it. I don't know why you're here, but whyever it was, you did it. We're done. Go make sure you didn't, I don't know, catch what I got so you don't flip out again, I can sit here on my own just fine.
[The hell of it is, he remembers now why he left in the first place. He remembers sitting here and realizing at least part of why he felt so deeply shitty was probably because he was too sick to keep track of time, and didn't remember when he last ate. But if Connor has to stick around wasting his effort for as long as that will take Hank thinks he'll probably scream, and then maybe throw up. So, fuck it. Sumo's dog food fills itself up every day, somehow - if Hank feels like he's about to starve he'll just fucking eat that, and in the meantime he'll just keep taking these slow, deep breaths through his nose, because when he can manage that without coughing it sort of helps. Going on another wild adventure to try and find the kitchen doesn't feel like it's worth the effort, anymore.]