[About half an hour later, have a Hank knocking at the door with a care package in a bag: bottled water, Tylenol, and a thermos with a hangover remedy from the aunties.]
[he's actually not NEARLY as bad as he thought he'd be, since last night had consisted more of arguing with Lowell and sulking than actually drinking. He did not, however, get much sleep, so it's probably easy to mistake him for being hungover, as bleary-eyed as he is when he pulls the door open]
[Hank looks just as wrung out, having had her sleep just as troubled. She walks in, and wants to just hug him okay again, but doesn't feel like she can just yet, so instead she glowers at him and reaches up to catch his chin, turning his head this way and that.]
Yyyyyeah. You look like shit. C'mon...brought over a couple things to help, 'kay?
I'm not hungover. [He smothers a yawn behind one hand as he nudges the door shut behind her and follows her inside] Just didn't get much sleep last night...what'd you bring?
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[About half an hour later, have a Hank knocking at the door with a care package in a bag: bottled water, Tylenol, and a thermos with a hangover remedy from the aunties.]
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Hey. [steps back to let her in]
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Yyyyyeah. You look like shit. C'mon...brought over a couple things to help, 'kay?
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