[Hank opens his mouth - then closes it again. Sumo's shifting around, confused, looking around and trying to get some purchase on her with his back paws. There's a small chance his nails might scratch at her a little when he does it but Hank knows it'll be a little while before Sumo tries seriously to get down, and that she probably could carry his dog all the way to her room, wherever it is, without much of a problem.]
Konoha...
[Hank doesn't know if the word's an apology or a protest, but it's as much of either as Hank's going to give. He can't help but think of last night, Hank finally convincing Connor to leave him alone with his own bullshit and watching the door shut behind him, and he just doesn't have it in him to try to placate her into not being mad at him, or to badger her until she lets Sumo stay. If she's going to leave and take her friendship - and Hank's dog, the only real company he has - with her, the last thing Hank is going to do is stop her.
He ducks his head, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forehead and muttering tiredly.]
Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you want, who gives a shit.
[Sumo will come back after a while anyway, so. Fuck it.]
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Konoha...
[Hank doesn't know if the word's an apology or a protest, but it's as much of either as Hank's going to give. He can't help but think of last night, Hank finally convincing Connor to leave him alone with his own bullshit and watching the door shut behind him, and he just doesn't have it in him to try to placate her into not being mad at him, or to badger her until she lets Sumo stay. If she's going to leave and take her friendship - and Hank's dog, the only real company he has - with her, the last thing Hank is going to do is stop her.
He ducks his head, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forehead and muttering tiredly.]
Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you want, who gives a shit.
[Sumo will come back after a while anyway, so. Fuck it.]