[He frowns. That doesn't look like the reaction of a guy who's confused about why Hank doesn't want to touch him. He doesn't look offended either, which would have been... fine. Explicable. Hank tries to think back to figure out if he picked anything up from the guy - he can do that now, apparently, because as much as he'd like to tell himself that one time was a fluke he can't. But the need to stop it'd been more important than paying attention, and if he's honest with himself doesn't even pay much attention to his own shit half the time. If the guy's reaction was close enough to what Hank was already feeling it might've just blended in.
Hank moves back to the wall and leans against it, wrapping an arm over his middle with a little grimace.]
Did you, um.
[He doesn't know if he can get the whole question out. 'Did you feel anything weird' means he might have to talk about it, might have to explain.]
You okay? After I, you know.
[There. That way Hank could be talking about telepathy BS or he could just be talking about falling on him, and Hank doesn't have to be the one to take that question anywhere he doesn't want it to go.]
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Hank moves back to the wall and leans against it, wrapping an arm over his middle with a little grimace.]
Did you, um.
[He doesn't know if he can get the whole question out. 'Did you feel anything weird' means he might have to talk about it, might have to explain.]
You okay? After I, you know.
[There. That way Hank could be talking about telepathy BS or he could just be talking about falling on him, and Hank doesn't have to be the one to take that question anywhere he doesn't want it to go.]