[He blinks a few times, trying to focus, and rubs his fingers first into his eyes, then across his forehead. He'd fallen into a kind of zen there for a while - misery-zen, if that's a thing, where the nothing was real except all the different ways his body's yelling at him and the feeling of shoving all that energy buzzing around lost inside him into whatever body part he was shoving against that door at any given time - and he only realizes that once the part of his brain that handles the words has a little trouble booting back up.]
What?
[He already said that. Did he already say that? Hank stares at the door for a second and then sinks back against the wall behind him with a thick, uncomfortable noise, his expression going tight. This shit was a lot easier to take, weirdly, when he was maybe making it worse by making his shoulder and knee and hip and everything sore on top of everything else.]
You- what'd you say? I think I, uh- I guess I wasn't really... listening.
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[He blinks a few times, trying to focus, and rubs his fingers first into his eyes, then across his forehead. He'd fallen into a kind of zen there for a while - misery-zen, if that's a thing, where the nothing was real except all the different ways his body's yelling at him and the feeling of shoving all that energy buzzing around lost inside him into whatever body part he was shoving against that door at any given time - and he only realizes that once the part of his brain that handles the words has a little trouble booting back up.]
What?
[He already said that. Did he already say that? Hank stares at the door for a second and then sinks back against the wall behind him with a thick, uncomfortable noise, his expression going tight. This shit was a lot easier to take, weirdly, when he was maybe making it worse by making his shoulder and knee and hip and everything sore on top of everything else.]
You- what'd you say? I think I, uh- I guess I wasn't really... listening.