“Jesus. Of course I’m not gonna call you a ‘dog.’ Nice segue, by the way.”
Hank turns, palms gripping the edge of the counter behind him. Looking at Alivian directly now.
“Yeah, the mirrors sure are a lot, but so is...”
The whole not having had sex thing. Not having dabbled. And yet here Hank is, all high and mighty on... what? The allure of sex and a currency that he doesn’t even know what he can use for yet? So far everyone’s seemed pretty damn keen on their chips, but what if it’s not worth it? Hank is playing right into their hands, sure: the weirdos upstairs. He’s a puppet dancing merrily on his strings — because what else is there? Hank has nothing, neither here nor back home.
This, though, gives him pause.
“Why’d you let an old men lead you to the bathroom, huh?”
His voice is soft. Almost sad. An odd sort of tenderness he doesn’t offer most people.
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“Jesus. Of course I’m not gonna call you a ‘dog.’ Nice segue, by the way.”
Hank turns, palms gripping the edge of the counter behind him. Looking at Alivian directly now.
“Yeah, the mirrors sure are a lot, but so is...”
The whole not having had sex thing. Not having dabbled. And yet here Hank is, all high and mighty on... what? The allure of sex and a currency that he doesn’t even know what he can use for yet? So far everyone’s seemed pretty damn keen on their chips, but what if it’s not worth it? Hank is playing right into their hands, sure: the weirdos upstairs. He’s a puppet dancing merrily on his strings — because what else is there? Hank has nothing, neither here nor back home.
This, though, gives him pause.
“Why’d you let an old men lead you to the bathroom, huh?”
His voice is soft. Almost sad. An odd sort of tenderness he doesn’t offer most people.
“You deserve” — everyone deserves — “better.”