[Hank sucks in a deep breath through his nose. Out through his mouth.]
I know you’re trying. Even offering the tracking thing — just mentioning it — shows that. But like I said, at the end of the day... it’s you, Connor.
[The food smells good: something for Hank to focus on other than the panic. The pain that gnaws at him... everywhere. His head. His stomach. His heart.]
But you said you’d take everyone with you, if... you know. So, not that bad, right? You could deviate on Solmara, too. I mean, you don’t need...
[Me. But Hank isn’t going to say that. He just groans, tossing his head back.]
no subject
I know. Christ, I know.
[Hank sucks in a deep breath through his nose. Out through his mouth.]
I know you’re trying. Even offering the tracking thing — just mentioning it — shows that. But like I said, at the end of the day... it’s you, Connor.
[The food smells good: something for Hank to focus on other than the panic. The pain that gnaws at him... everywhere. His head. His stomach. His heart.]
But you said you’d take everyone with you, if... you know. So, not that bad, right? You could deviate on Solmara, too. I mean, you don’t need...
[Me. But Hank isn’t going to say that. He just groans, tossing his head back.]