[Hank pulls back just far enough to look down at him. It occurs to him, faintly, that - oh yeah, he's not supposed to touch people. But, fuck, it's not like the kid could be feeling anything worse right now. If it looks like Hank's power might be doing some shit to Izuku's state of mind Hank'll step back, but he's going to be bad enough at this shit without worrying about magic BS gumming up the works. He doesn't know if he could stand to step back anyway, not while the kid's still... Yeah. Not right now. He's supposed to try not to touch people anymore, but maybe all bets are off right now.]
Shit, sorry? What the fuck are you sorry for?
[Wait. Okay. He swears more when he's been drinking. And when he's just lived through society-ending disasters. But Izuku needs an adult right now. Hank's red eyes and his deep, shaky breaths might give it away, that the whole adult thing is a really shitty act, or maybe his sharp, almost stinging smell that pretty much matches that open bottle over there might give him away, but he slaps a mental post-it up on the inside of his brain reminding himself to watch his damn mouth, and he tries to figure it out anyway, how to act like a goddamn adult.]
Look, uh. Do you want- [He glances around for inspiration. The bottles? Haha fuck no. Um.] Do you wanna, um... talk? About it?
[He says it like he's not sure it's even coming out of his mouth. Oh boy is hearing about how life changingly horrific all that shit was not what Hank needs right now, but he's about eighty percent sure talking about it's what he's supposed to encourage right now, and if it helps this poor fuckin kid right now, well. What the hell. Why the fuck not.]
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Shit, sorry? What the fuck are you sorry for?
[Wait. Okay. He swears more when he's been drinking. And when he's just lived through society-ending disasters. But Izuku needs an adult right now. Hank's red eyes and his deep, shaky breaths might give it away, that the whole adult thing is a really shitty act, or maybe his sharp, almost stinging smell that pretty much matches that open bottle over there might give him away, but he slaps a mental post-it up on the inside of his brain reminding himself to watch his damn mouth, and he tries to figure it out anyway, how to act like a goddamn adult.]
Look, uh. Do you want- [He glances around for inspiration. The bottles? Haha fuck no. Um.] Do you wanna, um... talk? About it?
[He says it like he's not sure it's even coming out of his mouth. Oh boy is hearing about how life changingly horrific all that shit was not what Hank needs right now, but he's about eighty percent sure talking about it's what he's supposed to encourage right now, and if it helps this poor fuckin kid right now, well. What the hell. Why the fuck not.]