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He usually doesn’t go out, especially to parties, but you, you had somehow managed to convince him that this was a very, very good idea. Had it been anyone else, he would have refused, declined politely and gone back to his lab to work through the entire night. But it had to be you. And how could he say no to you? He would do damn near anything for you. Hank isn’t sure if it’s because you’re good friends and he has a soft spot for you or if it’s because he just wants to be with you at all times, to make you happy, to see you smile.

Hank is such a fool. A fool in love with someone he’s sure that would never love him the way he loves them.

Maybe he’s a bit hopeless, he thinks, staring down a glass of amber liquid. You hadn’t told him what it was, just told him to drink up and loosen up as you placed a headband with the year 1967 on spirals that bounced whenever he moved his head followed by loads and loads or glitter and confetti being poured on the both of you.

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