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[falkeditupagain]

[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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[hostileterritory]

He punches Hanna's arm gently. "Don't beat yourself up for beating yourself up, either."

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna raises his hands in a defensive gesture, "no, no. Im just making sure you know that i know it's not kosher. Making fun of myself usually breaks the tension. I dunno if it, like...is a reflection of who I think I actually am."

Well...

"Not so much anymore, I mean. Cause I definitely did. My self worth was like a malnourished kitten. It's got its foster home now, it gets fed. Its growing. Just cant expect all that change all at once."

[hostileterritory]

"All right, well. Good." He can accept that. God knows it's taken him this long to progress to the point where he'll show Hanna what he's like with actual feelings. "It deserves taking care of."

He sits on the edge of Hanna's bed, careful to avoid disturbing any of the flowers. "That's a good-- is that one a metaphor?"

One is the comparison one, one is the thing-described-as-another-thing one, and Henry cannot for the life of him recall which is which.

[falkeditupagain]

There is a moment where Hanna looks like hes legitimately trying to remember whether thats right or not before he grins at Henry, "dude, you are asking the wrong person. I... I think it is? God."

He hadnt really been paying a lot of attention in highschool. First there was magic and then, well? Everything else.

"Never mind about my self-worth kitten anyways, you were gonna tell me about Saga, yeah?" He shifts some things around so he can sit next to him, leaning back on an elbow.

"How's all that?"

[hostileterritory]

"Right. Yeah."

That sends a fresh thunder of shock through him. Only this time he can feel it, and he has to take a second to breathe.

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna's feet kick back and forth, tilting his head as he waits. He is cool with waiting.

"Take your time, I ain't going anywhere."

[hostileterritory]

"Truthfully... I don't even know what I want to say." Which is an odd realization.

Because Hanna gets it. Henry can tell. Hanna gets loss, more than most people and probably more than anyone should. "I just- I needed someone to know. Wanted you to."

[falkeditupagain]

"That happens sometimes. I mean, I know i talk a lot but sometimes thats just cause I have to sort through the wrong words before the right ones come out."

He doesn't mind carrying it for Henry, he could, if he wanted him to. "Whats that sam said as they walked through Mordor? 'Share the load'."