Well, we all figured we'd throw a real rager before you guys got back.
[Hank pauses a second, trying to think of some kind of clever punchline. His head still hurts; he sighs and gives up, pushing himself away from the door so Minato can follow him in. The only seat is the half of the bed Sumo's not stretched out on and Hank sees the empty bottle from last night as he heads back in - little fucker didn't call soon enough to give him time to clean up - so Hank just plops himself heavily onto the floor in front of the bottle, so Minato can take the mattress. It's about as subtle as Hank's capable of being right now.]
Come on, you can't just pull out a 'unfortunately, I survived' and then just clam up. This is the whole reason I wanted you here, come on, out with it. Which bodypart did you fuck up?
is this turning into a concern duel, only the winner gets to worry
[Hank pauses a second, trying to think of some kind of clever punchline. His head still hurts; he sighs and gives up, pushing himself away from the door so Minato can follow him in. The only seat is the half of the bed Sumo's not stretched out on and Hank sees the empty bottle from last night as he heads back in - little fucker didn't call soon enough to give him time to clean up - so Hank just plops himself heavily onto the floor in front of the bottle, so Minato can take the mattress. It's about as subtle as Hank's capable of being right now.]
Come on, you can't just pull out a 'unfortunately, I survived' and then just clam up. This is the whole reason I wanted you here, come on, out with it. Which bodypart did you fuck up?