( They're desperate. He doesn't need to be a telepath to know that. It's in the air, palpable. He looks from the closed case to Hank's face, a furrow between his brows. )
I need to piss.
( He swings his legs out of the bed, continuing to frown. )
Hang on.
( It takes him a while, which is also fucking worrying. But eventually he's washing his hands, knees hitting the open bathroom cupboard. It shouldn't be open, and so he ducks down to inspect it, and he comes away with something familiar. )
Hank?
( He exits the bathroom, the same case in his hands. )
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I need to piss.
( He swings his legs out of the bed, continuing to frown. )
Hang on.
( It takes him a while, which is also fucking worrying. But eventually he's washing his hands, knees hitting the open bathroom cupboard. It shouldn't be open, and so he ducks down to inspect it, and he comes away with something familiar. )
Hank?
( He exits the bathroom, the same case in his hands. )