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dualislogs2020-03-03 11:09 pm
sociallychallenged) wrote in dualislogs2020-03-03 11:09 pm
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WHO: Hank Anderson | Michael Morbius
WHAT: Trying to jar some sense into Mike
WHERE: Outside of the hospital where he's been staying.
WHEN: Early in the month.
WARNINGS: Hank's mouth. Otherwise, none planned.
Hank remembers the time he met a kid. A teenager or barely twenty, young and defiant. He was a nice guy, and even if Hank continued to confuse his name with 'Storm', he did make an impression. Now he's gone. David. Gone. Heather. Gone. Squall now? Gone.
The last thing Squall did was come in and ask about his missing girl. He never had a chance to finish the case. He hopes that he found her. He hopes that they're together.
Hank had intended to tell Connor where he was going, to ask for support. But he doesn't. Instead, he just leaves during his lunch break, makes a trek across town to the hospital where Morbius lingers now, puts his hands in his pockets and waits for another missing friend.
He ignores most of the patients coming and going. A girl stops and offers him some fundraiser cookies. He takes them and holds the box miserably. This is probably a shit idea. He just has to ask, he just has to be sure that it's okay to... you know...
Just give up.
He taps the box against his hand and purses his lips and waits. He just needs to say one thing to Morbius, make sure of this last question, and then he'll go. And when he sees that familiar not-quite-so grimdark figure leaving, he offers a sad greeting.
"Think I preferred the Nine Inch Nails look. Here. I got you a peace offering." He holds out his unplanned gift.
WHAT: Trying to jar some sense into Mike
WHERE: Outside of the hospital where he's been staying.
WHEN: Early in the month.
WARNINGS: Hank's mouth. Otherwise, none planned.
Hank remembers the time he met a kid. A teenager or barely twenty, young and defiant. He was a nice guy, and even if Hank continued to confuse his name with 'Storm', he did make an impression. Now he's gone. David. Gone. Heather. Gone. Squall now? Gone.
The last thing Squall did was come in and ask about his missing girl. He never had a chance to finish the case. He hopes that he found her. He hopes that they're together.
Hank had intended to tell Connor where he was going, to ask for support. But he doesn't. Instead, he just leaves during his lunch break, makes a trek across town to the hospital where Morbius lingers now, puts his hands in his pockets and waits for another missing friend.
He ignores most of the patients coming and going. A girl stops and offers him some fundraiser cookies. He takes them and holds the box miserably. This is probably a shit idea. He just has to ask, he just has to be sure that it's okay to... you know...
Just give up.
He taps the box against his hand and purses his lips and waits. He just needs to say one thing to Morbius, make sure of this last question, and then he'll go. And when he sees that familiar not-quite-so grimdark figure leaving, he offers a sad greeting.
"Think I preferred the Nine Inch Nails look. Here. I got you a peace offering." He holds out his unplanned gift.