[Hank tries a weak little glare at him but doesn’t bitch at the accusation, just straightens up. It should be hard, he should be kind of shaky, but of course it isn’t. He looks down at his feet a foot or so from the ground and sighs, then coughs a little.]

My room, about an hour ago.

[He rubs a hand across his eyes, looking up toward where the sun should be, and-]

Aw, christ. If these ones are evil like the last ones I might ask you to put me out of my misery real quick, if that’s all right.

[‘These ones’ being the mermaids, like the one that’s playing with Sumo way up above Hank’s head. She looks happy right now, but you never can tell.]