[Hank sighs. Well, at least this is the right kind of time to get a headache.]
Look, you seem like a nice kid, but- Ugh, I don't know dick about that quantum shit, I don't know how time works, but you know how that sounds, right? It sounds so... neat. 'Ooh, don't worry, everything's gonna be right where you left it!'
[Hank takes a couple mostly steady steps over to Sumo and just looks down at him for a moment, focusing on scratching his fingers through Sumo's thick fur. Sumo, at least, is real. He knows how to handle Sumo.]
How did you take it when you, uh, got here? What was it that convinced you you didn't just fall asleep and dream yourself into some cheesy fantasy story?
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Look, you seem like a nice kid, but- Ugh, I don't know dick about that quantum shit, I don't know how time works, but you know how that sounds, right? It sounds so... neat. 'Ooh, don't worry, everything's gonna be right where you left it!'
[Hank takes a couple mostly steady steps over to Sumo and just looks down at him for a moment, focusing on scratching his fingers through Sumo's thick fur. Sumo, at least, is real. He knows how to handle Sumo.]
How did you take it when you, uh, got here? What was it that convinced you you didn't just fall asleep and dream yourself into some cheesy fantasy story?