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[donotlick]

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[donotlick]

Ugh, one of those guys. Who think their opinion is so fucking important.

[ Hank knows the type. There's lots of guys like that at the precinct. Reed. ]

Yeah, these memories are pretty fucking weird, right? I feel like I'm gettin' them out of order, too. You'd think amnesia would make a little more goddamn sense.

[throwabookatit]

You're telling me... Last week's, it made...some kind of sense, you know? But I was missing something, this one, and...and it all just puts me right back there. Am I here, am I there? When did any of this even happen?

[donotlick]

Right, I can't tell what's supposed to be right, here.

I mean, I've remembered Connor dying to save me. And then him dragging my ass around. And then androids are apparently starting some kinda shit at home... None of it makes any goddamn sense without the stuff in between.

[throwabookatit]

I don't even remember meeting the prick I mentioned... Yours sound so much more spread out, through. Mine at least we're in the same week.

[ And then there's the matter of you know, the photo, but. That's neither here nor there. ]

[donotlick]

Oh, this happened in a few days, I'm pretty sure.

[ DBH literally happens in five days?? Hank has a Wild Week. ]

The stuff with the deviants had been brewing for a while. Pretty sure it came to a head after they started getting recognition on TV.

[throwabookatit]

...you really were coming from a busy life.

[donotlick]

Yeah, shit was seriously going down, it looks like.

[ He sighs. ]

Considering how we've all forgotten shit, I gotta wonder if it's all over by now and I just can't remember.

[throwabookatit]

Mm... Me too, honestly. Just what don't we know, about our own lives...

[donotlick]

Hey, at least we don't have to worry about this being some kinda creepy afterlife. Since Connor is here, and I'm pretty sure androids don't get one of those.

[ Wow, he wishes he was kidding. ]

[throwabookatit]

...I suppose that is a relief. I'd hate to learn it, that the rest of you were also...coming from those circumstances.

[donotlick]

Yeah, I'm really hoping that ain't the case. I know I was in a pretty bad place before -- worse than here, if you can believe it, but... I'd hate to find out that shit went south in the worst way.

Just another reason Connor being here makes shit easier, I guess.

[throwabookatit]

...Is it... Is it horrible, that I've wished Ashton were here, with me? I wouldn't want him in this, but I- ... I don't know. It'd be...comforting. Ever since we were children, I've always felt more...relaxed around him.

[donotlick]

Nah. It's not "horrible." I wouldn't take it that far. This place suces, but being alone sucks more.

I know I couldn't have made it this far without Connor. Maybe it's selfish, with all the shit he's been going through, but... fuck, I don't know what I'd do without him.

[ Hank stares down at his hands. Connor's still missing... ]

If he's dead, I... I don't know what I'll do.

[throwabookatit]

[ She reaches out to grab one of his hands and give it a squeeze. ]

We'll find him, Hank. Someone will. He... We have to believe he's still alive.

[donotlick]

[ Hank nods, squeezing back weakly. ]

Yeah. He's gotta be. I... I have to believe that.

[throwabookatit]

[ Really... Rebecca doesn't know if Connor's alive or not. More realistically, he's likely dead. But she won't tell Hank that. He knows that and...every now and then you need to pretend. ]

That's the spirit.