[ He can tell, even without looking Charles in the eye, that Charles needs him to do this, almost more than he himself needs to do it. Looking up at Charles only cements that fact.
He swallows his nerves down. ]
Might as well. ...Right?
[ Decision seemingly made, he moves to sit down on his half-made bed, setting the case beside him and rolling back the sleeve of his coveralls. That done, he gingerly picks up one of the syringes, tapping it with a finger to get the air bubbles out.
He takes a deep breath, looking back up at Charles. ]
Here goes nothing.
[ And in goes the syringe. Hank winces slightly at the pain, but soon enough the effects begin to show, the fur receding from his face and arms. ]
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He swallows his nerves down. ]
Might as well. ...Right?
[ Decision seemingly made, he moves to sit down on his half-made bed, setting the case beside him and rolling back the sleeve of his coveralls. That done, he gingerly picks up one of the syringes, tapping it with a finger to get the air bubbles out.
He takes a deep breath, looking back up at Charles. ]
Here goes nothing.
[ And in goes the syringe. Hank winces slightly at the pain, but soon enough the effects begin to show, the fur receding from his face and arms. ]