#s.summers

[theotherdrmccoy]

text ➡ scott

HM: do you have Warren

HM: are you bkth okay

[theotherdrmccoy]

@opticblasted

okay, so hank had fallen down a few times (four) trying to get dressed, but that wasn’t his fault, because how the holy hell was it possible there was a planetarium here and nobody had thought to tell him? so much time had been wasted already, ugh. he hoped scott wouldn’t mind if he took a while. real stars were still more interesting, but hank didn’t even have the first clue what to expect - the technology had to have come a long way, but he couldn’t guess how far that might be. if this was the universe’s way of making up for how bad the last few weeks had been, hank would be more than happy to accept the apology. hell, hank would be content taking up residence at the planetarium entirely from here on, forget human interaction. but the fact scott was taking him, scott who actually listened and asked questions when hank told him things and didn’t look bored out of his mind? that just made it better. hank made his way through the hall to the living room. he knew he was probably being a little too enthusiastic, but it seemed like so long since he’d really been excited about something. he came to a stop where scott was standing. 

“hey,” he said, trying to be casual. “are you ready?”

[theotherdrmccoy]

the scary thing, the really scary thing, was that part of hank didn’t even want to leave. as rose dragged him out of the way part of him absolutely hated her for it. it was completely irrational, there was nothing hank could have done to help back there- but some part of him was angry nonetheless. he’d never been good with resolving internal conflicts, and as such, he wasn’t functioning at full capacity. everything seemed too loud and too much and hank’s instincts were clearly to hide. 

fortunately, he’d developed emergency mental protocols for exactly this sort of situation. it was easier to deal with things when they were lined out nearly like little blocks of code. step one: find scott. that one was always first. hank stayed low and made his way through streets til he’d manged to find the group- mostly assisted by the gps on scott’s phone. when he’d reached them, he stopped, unsure how to approach. 

“scott?” he kept his voice quiet.

(@opticblasted)

[theotherdrmccoy]

text → scott

HM: Why is there something on the news about future-you getting someone arrested?

HM: I'd really appreciate figuring out a way to avoid this when it's actually us.

[theotherdrmccoy]

call → scott

Hank: Scott? [he pauses. hank's always hated phone calls, but he knows there are times that more direct forms of communication than text are necessary.

[theotherdrmccoy]

(@opticblasted)

they hadn’t spoken since getting back to the condo. as soon as they’d gotten in the door bobby had begun informing about some kind of crisis and ice cream, and hank had squeezed scott’s hand a last time and slipped back to his room. other hank’s research was no less intimidating, but for the first time all week hank felt equipped to work on it now that they’d worked out most of the emotional struggles. he finally made a little progress, and once he looked up, it’d been dark out. hank mentally kicked himself for not thinking to check on scott sooner. he made his way down the hall quietly, finding scott’s door already ajar. he knocked gently. “can i come in? are you okay?”

[theotherdrmccoy]

text → family

HM: Scott didn't do anything wrong, this is my fault.

HM: It's what's best for everyone.

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[theotherdrmccoy]

(@opticblasted​)

“So we’re stuck here. I somehow managed to be the worst leader to ever lead.” Scott pressed his forehead against Hank’s shoulder. “I don’t know why the professor thought I’d be good at this. I blame all the time spent with Cerebro. It’s done something to his judgement”Scott wrapped his arms around Hank. “I’m sorry. I feel like I failed you. I know you want to see your mom. I’m sorry, Henry.”

“it’s alright, scott.” hank murmurs just loud enough to be heard. “i kind of figured,” he admits. “other hank’s research wasn’t exactly promising.” hank has come to terms with the situation himself - he’ll miss home, but even on the off chance they got there he doubts it would be quite the same one they left. he’s not sure he ever expected to go home at all. scott’s been holding onto hope, though; hank’s been watching carefully to make sure he’s around when scott reaches the next stage of grief. he doesn’t want scott to feel like he has to accept the reality here before he’s ready.  “you did everything you could. and don’t you dare deny that.”