Well, that fucking sucks too. So I guess this magic shit’s oh-for-two.

[He almost wishes he hadn’t decided Simon was probably just a guy who some really terrible, really weird shit happened to. If he was just a fancy diving suit with some basic AI, motor functions, and a funky smell, Hank could probably tell him to fuck off. As it is he just has to sit - float - here, aware of the eyes on him.]

Look, I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m not gonna be great company for a minute. If you need to hide out from, I don’t know, whatever, feel free, but-

[He shrugs.]

I mean, unless you can drink in there.