[ Hank can see for himself— well, actually, he can't, because Minato comes wearing a conspicuously long sleeved shirt, pants, hands quickly sliding back into his pockets when the door opens and he doesn't need to hold his wrist up to his mouth anymore. ]
I'm fine, [ comes the immediate stock answer, and he turns the question back around. ]
no subject
I'm fine, [ comes the immediate stock answer, and he turns the question back around. ]
You look exhausted. What happened up here...?