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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

"Don’t worry about him," he said sternly. "But for everything else.. I’ve had stranger things lean toward my favor. You deserve to live your life, Hank. And enjoy it."

"How?" Was all he asked. Sure, he knew he deserved it, but he had no clue where to start. "How do I even do that?"

He sighed. “I don’t know. I’m new to this supernatural business.. but if I can bear my own son and escape death, you can get around this.”

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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

He frowns. “It was easier for me. I was never directly in the spotlight, nor was I to be missed. A smaller town, maybe?” Sky couldn’t help but laugh at the last comment.

"Even when I was out of the way they found me, I was just lucky to have made good security. I honestly don’t know how much smart was my mutation and how much was just me. And even so, I don’t have the money for that kind of thing. And on top of that who knows if Nate will try to follow me…"

"Don’t worry about him," he said sternly. "But for everything else.. I’ve had stranger things lean toward my favor. You deserve to live your life, Hank. And enjoy it."

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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

"Did you want to talk about it, or talk about something else?"

"Well for starters..I can’t go anywhere…. that’s only the start. I’ve got media issues, and if I show up, I’ll be thrown into the spotlight I don’t want. I can’t live a life never going out."

He frowns. “It was easier for me. I was never directly in the spotlight, nor was I to be missed. A smaller town, maybe?” Sky couldn’t help but laugh at the last comment.

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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

He doesn’t seem too fazed by that statement.

"How are you doing really?"

He pressed his lips together. “I really don’t know how to answer that one….”

"Did you want to talk about it, or talk about something else?"

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breathingdirtandblood:

"I mean I’m not complaining…" He rubbed his nose. Hank looked to Zeke giving him a look as if to ask him what they were even here about.

"Better company.." he murmured, letting go of Hank and sitting down on the floor next to Sky.

He doesn’t seem too fazed by that statement.

"How are you doing really?"

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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

Sky chuckled at that, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, yes.. but I did check in on you earlier on when Ezekiel returned you home. He’s kept me updated since then. That’s not a problem, is it?”

"No.. I guess not. I think the whole house knows." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Thanks for.. the interest."

"Only because we worry." He returns to the chair in the corner of his room, picking up a half-asleep Damien and cradling him in his lap.

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breathingdirtandblood:

skylarprice:

He nods. “You are looking better,” he says to Hank.

"You mean… actually opaque? And not a ghost?" He wasn’t being rude, but that’s the only thing he could have been talking about. He shuffled in after Zeke. The look on Hank’s face clearly showed he had no idea what this was all about.

Sky chuckled at that, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, yes.. but I did check in on you earlier on when Ezekiel returned you home. He’s kept me updated since then. That’s not a problem, is it?”

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breathingdirtandblood:

He really didn’t get what Skylar had to do with any of this, and he’d hardly spoken to him, ghost or not.

The angel nods, tugging at Hank again to enter the room. He flashes Skylar a look that only meant there was help to be asked of.

He nods. “You are looking better,” he says to Hank.

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breathingdirtandblood:

As if he wasn’t on edge already, but he went with him.

They stop in front of a door, that of which Ezekiel gently knocks upon.

"Oh," he says with a smile, opening up the door far enough to allow them inside. "Hank, Ezekiel.. what a surprise."

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  *Gabe slides in quietly on his back, his head appearing beneath the curtain for a moment before he propels himself fully into the room and quickly beneath the bed.*

anchors-inastorm:

skylarprice:

skylarprice:

God, you scared me. [He kneels down, peeking under his bed.] What are you doing there?

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Thank you.

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