#s.summers

HM: do you have Warren

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. 

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.

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

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?”

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

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

“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.”