H I A T U S

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He sighed, following. “I’ll split my beers with ya while we fix it up, and once we’re done I’ll bust out the good whiskey. Deal?”

     ‘ You’re well aware that I only drink wine. ‘ Hank looked down at the other man when he came to his side, eyebrow raised, expression not impressed. ‘ But I will accept your offer of assistance. ‘

“I can honestly say I don’t care.”

       ‘ Fine, then. You can make your own jet and destroy it. ‘ Hank walked away in a huff, heading down to the lab.

       “I can honestly say that I do not stop to think of property damage in the midst of a fight.”

      ‘ The lawn is a student, you know -- you could have been a little more considerate. ‘

“Didn’t do nothing I could avoid, Hank. Ya know I’m not one fer senseless violence.”

      ‘ Oh, yes -- how could I forget. ‘ Hank rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching for his glasses in his breast pocket. ‘ Alright, then -- you’re doing the heavy lifting. You and the children did quite a number on my poor jet. ‘

“Meh.”

      ‘ ...Really, Logan, I must protest. ‘

         “i don’t know… i feel like we should just watch the show for a minute.”

      ‘ How cynical you are, Betsy. ‘ But, he conceded; leaning back in his chair as he watch the monitor. 

Storm by Kevin Wada