[So the kid leans against Hank for a minute, and while he doesn't seem like he needs Hank to talk Hank goes quiet, starts getting lost in his head, looks over the kid's shoulder toward his bottle over there. Then he looks down, startled, when Izuku talks.]
I don't even-
[What the fuck is he doing? Reassuring this kid he can maybe do. Putting that kid in a position where he has to reassure Hank? No. Hank grimaces. What he's going to do is pretend to ignore the question of fault and keep his bullshit to his own damn self.]
No. It wasn't fair.
[His voice comes out quiet, and the hand on Izuku's back moves up to squeeze his shoulder. He wonders if this is the kid's first lesson in that, in exactly how fair the world fucking isn't.]
no subject
I don't even-
[What the fuck is he doing? Reassuring this kid he can maybe do. Putting that kid in a position where he has to reassure Hank? No. Hank grimaces. What he's going to do is pretend to ignore the question of fault and keep his bullshit to his own damn self.]
No. It wasn't fair.
[His voice comes out quiet, and the hand on Izuku's back moves up to squeeze his shoulder. He wonders if this is the kid's first lesson in that, in exactly how fair the world fucking isn't.]
Sorry.