[It's Hank's turn to not love the touching, because it's only as he's being forcefully yeeted to safety that he remembers, hey, if he doesn't want to risk the world's shittiest magic power randomly turning on and showing her whatever the fuck he's feeling, he probably ought to cut this shit out. So he starts trying to yank himself away. This is kind of a higher priority for him than making sure he doesn't get skeleton-trampled so if him doing that slows them down, you know what, so be it.]
What, like I'm interrupting your big plans of sitting on your ass in the creepy fog in the middle of nowhere!
[So what if he did something. It's fine. This is all fine.]
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What, like I'm interrupting your big plans of sitting on your ass in the creepy fog in the middle of nowhere!
[So what if he did something. It's fine. This is all fine.]