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capeandcowllogs2010-03-15 11:19 pm
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like I could post a log about Jan and Hank
WHO: Me and Mr. Jones The Pyms
WHERE: Coffee shop
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: None. I think?
SUMMARY: Janet and Hank meet up and talk. Shit's bound to get real.
FORMAT: Parawkward :D
Janet had been extremely proud of herself for not completely falling apart at the sight of this new Hank. Her and her own Hank had a very complicated relationship-- for all of the problems they had-- and did they have a lot-- she still loved him. It was probably a mistake to talk to this Hank at ALL. This couldn't end well in any foreseeable well, especially not with the guy mourning his Jan's death, but she was just a glutton for punishment.
She would make some joke about a moth to a flame but refrained-- nerves were too fried for that.
She had to smile at his initiative. Working on making a lab as soon as he got here. Some things translated pretty well from universe to universe. Janet waited for him outside, mentally trying to prep herself. It was fine. This wasn't her Hank. There was no reason to act like such a girl about it.
Did her hair look okay? She hoped it looked okay.
WHERE: Coffee shop
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: None. I think?
SUMMARY: Janet and Hank meet up and talk. Shit's bound to get real.
FORMAT: Parawkward :D
Janet had been extremely proud of herself for not completely falling apart at the sight of this new Hank. Her and her own Hank had a very complicated relationship-- for all of the problems they had-- and did they have a lot-- she still loved him. It was probably a mistake to talk to this Hank at ALL. This couldn't end well in any foreseeable well, especially not with the guy mourning his Jan's death, but she was just a glutton for punishment.
She would make some joke about a moth to a flame but refrained-- nerves were too fried for that.
She had to smile at his initiative. Working on making a lab as soon as he got here. Some things translated pretty well from universe to universe. Janet waited for him outside, mentally trying to prep herself. It was fine. This wasn't her Hank. There was no reason to act like such a girl about it.
Did her hair look okay? She hoped it looked okay.
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"It sounds like an adventure. Good to know that my life, in any universe, is never boring."
This conversation was making her want to smoke. Or drink. Or both.
Jan rested her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table. Even after everything that had happened, the reappearance of this Hank had made her realize-- quite painfully-- how much she missed being married. Despite everything. God, she needed therapy.
"This is really weird. I feel like I know you better than anyone else but at the same time, I don't know you at all."