"That was the goal," she remarked sarcastically and took her beer. "Ah what can I make you do, what can I make you do," she murmured, pursing her lips. She suddenly grinned wide. "Okay okay, not an ability dare, but you’ve gotta sing to whatever the next song is that comes on," she gestured to the wall speakers. "I bet you have a beautiful voice!"
Hank laughed heartily at her dare, grateful that it wasn’t anything to do with abilities. “Oh you will regret that, I mean, have you met that girl, Shay? Well my singing has a very similar effect to hers” He grinned, going quiet for a second to hear what the next song was. Party in the USA, of course it would be something like that. He didn’t know all the words, but Hank still sang it enthusiastically, ignoring the complaints for literally everyone else in the bar. “I think I could go professional” He said after the song had finished, chuckling to himself
"Yeah, that is." She nodded.
"I’m good; fine. I don’t know, feel a little weird. Maybe I’m getting sick or overloaded or something. Eh, ignore me," she rolled her eyes.
"Hm" Hank frowned "Maybe it’s just a cold or something?"
He almost froze, knowing what Hank was going to ask and the kid’s words only confirming that. He wasn’t thinking about that, he didn’t like to think about it. It was over and done with, so why did it still bother him so much? Why did it weigh down so heavily on him? More than that why did it hurt? He glanced away a moment, his throat feeling tight. He remembered her so well, as if these six years had only been six days. He didn’t know how he kept doing what he did without her. She had made it all worthwhile. But now?
He swallowed a moment before looking back at Hank, and even then only for a moment. As if he did not want to meet his eyes for fear something might betray him. He took a breath a shook his head. “No…” He managed in an emotionless voice, and even then it sounded as if he was obviously hiding something. “No.” He repeated, “There’s no one.” He was all alone, like Hank and yet not like him. Hank could mix and understand other people. Robert was branded to be different. He couldn’t be one with them if he tried. So he didn’t. “Sorry.” He added.
Suddenly, he stood up, that constant amount of energy that seemed to hide just beneath his surface showing its head. “Time’s up.” He said briskly, “I’ve got to be getting back, and so have you.” He turned around, extending a hand, “It was nice chatting with you, Hank.” He smiled. Inside however, he had grown uncomfortable with the direction the talk had taken, and just felt the need to get out. He didn’t want to talk about it.
Okay, wrong questions to ask. Hank made a mental note not to bring up relationships ever again in front of him, it was clearly a very touchy subject. There were no distinct memories that Hank could see, only faded wisps, as though he was doing everything in his power to not think about them and to push them back. Whatever had happened, Hank probably didn’t want to know. “Sorry” He mumbled
"What? Already?" Hank asked, a little surprised by the sudden movement. Shaking Robert’s hand, he matched the man’s smile, he wouldn’t exactly call their original topic of conversation ‘nice’, persay, but it certainly hadn’t been a terrible first proper conversation. Well, up until the point where he’d clearly made his uncle uncomfortable. Stupid. "I’ll, uh, see you later then?"
Returning his kiss enthusiastically, she pulled back to look at him. “As I love you, obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t’ve accepted,” she teased, leaning in to kiss him again. Smiling against his lips, she pulled back to look at her newly adorned ring finger. “I can’t believe this, Hank!” she exclaimed, smiling brightly in excitement. “Firstly, I can’t believe that you managed to keep this a secret. And then, the fact that you did it so perfectly.” Reaching up to tap his nose playfully, she raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been planning this, hmmm?”
With Illyeana’s apparent excitment and hs own adreniline, Hank couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear “Well I did tell you I’m awesome” He grinned, taking her hand and squeezing it lightly “Erm, a little while” He said slowly. It had been a few months, but that make him sound a little obsessive. Which, of course he was when it came to his girlfriend, no, wait, your fiancee, he correct himself internally. “It to be perfect” Hank nodded, repeating what he’d thought at the start of the evening “You deserve perfect”
"Ah, young love." He mused out loud, his voice amused with the concept. He glanced at Hank. "I know what you’re thinking." He said, "You’re wondering what I see in the future. For the both of you. Do you end up together or is it simply not meant to be?" He smirked slightly and shook his head, "I see several paths." He said, "But keep in mind you are both variables. You’re shrouded from me, and I can’t see which one you will take."
He shook his head, the smirk growing slightly larger, “Don’t worry.” He said, “I won’t interfere. If that’s what you’re afraid of. I can’t see where it will go, and since I can’t see any harm in it either,” He shrugged, “I see no need to intervene. For the moment at least.” Regardless of the variable factor, if Robert intervened it would be only under very grave circumstances. There would have to be absolutely no other way.
Hearing Robert address what had admittedly been swirling round his mind just moments before, Hank felt his cheeks get a little warmer. He might not have phrased it as Young Love, but he certainly did like Ille, quite a bit actually. “Ah, I’ll not bother asking then” He smiled, laughing and looking down at the ground.
Hank nodded whilst rubbing the back of his neck “Oh good” He chuckled, he hadn’t even thought that the man might interfere with them, so the fact that it had entered his uncle’s head was a little worrying. And what was that For the moment at least all about? “What about you?” Hank smiled “I don’t have an aunt as well, so I?”
Nathan chuckled a little at Hank’s actions. It was nice to see him bounce back so quickly, to be honest, if it ever got to a point where Hank was too depressed to tell dumb jokes, that was it, that was end, no point in carrying on after that really.
"D-drunk?" He repeated. Nathan hadn’t ever actually had a proper drink, though all the arguments against the idea were being drowned out by his desire to force himself to think about other stuff for a while. Internally shrugging and thinking ah, fuck it, Nathan stood up slowly “Sure, why uh, why not” Frankly, he really just needed to get out of the school for a couple hours
"Great!" Hank grinned, stepping back and gesturing for Nathan to lead the way. What would he be like off his head? He wondered to himself, looking curiously at him roommate as they walked down the hallway. Whether he would be giddy or angry or whatever didn’t really matter much to Hank; He could throw up after two bottles and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as they were both out of the building.
"So I borrowed some of your DVD’s" He started, turning around and walking backwards to look at Nathan "And I gotta say, you’ve got fantastic taste in movies, I mean, I’ve never laughed more in my life" He grinned
He gave a sort of smile, “No, I wouldn’t have.” He nodded, “You would have liked her. I mean,” He shrugged, “Besides the fact that she was your mother.” Hank seemed for the most part a good kid. He had many of Eloise’s character traits, and still a great deal more that he didn’t recognize. He could only assume those came from his father. At any rate, Hank seemed to have turned out alright. Despite his early years of being thought insane.
He tilted his head, remembering how Illyeana and Hank had interacted with each other. “That girl…” He said slowly, oddly enough finding himself interested in Hank’s personal life, “Illyeana Plume.” He said the name slowly, pronouncing it with slight exaggeration on the vowels, as if he were trying it out. “You like her. Don’t you?” He seemed slightly amused with this. It was obvious, and no matter how Hank tried to hide it, if he even was trying to hide it, it was plain as day. They both liked each other.
Hank was about to comment on his mom again when Robert mentioned Ille. Smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head, Hank chuckled and looked up at the other man “Uh, I might do” He smiled. This was somewhat of an odd direction for their conversation to take, but if it got his mind off everything else that was going on, which Illyeana seemed to do so well, then he wouldn’t complain.
"That doesn’t mess with the great interconnected plan does it?" Hank asked, smirking a little in good humour. It did raise the question though,; were they to get together, how many things would change in the future?