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sakaarson:

thebeastmccoy:

Hank pursed his lips a little before standing, motioning to offer the seat back to Bruce. “You know, people sometimes forget that I’m a doctor. And I can tell by your shaking hands and glassy eyes that your body wants to punch you.” he said, moving to the side as Bruce sat back down. “You can’t go on like this, son. You’ve got to rest. You’ll have a clearer head, and you can work out the bugs in this serum.” he put a paw-like hand to Bruce’s shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Get some rest, Bruce. You need it. Your body needs it.”

Bruce breathed a laugh and gave a wry grin, “Nothing new.” The grin vanished almost as quick as it came as he worked his jaw, lips thinning into a line. “I appreciate the concern Hank, trust me, I do. I’ve got appreciation up to my eyeballs for every person that has come in here, but the only thing I need is to work.”

Hank sighed heavily; there’d be no reasoning with him. “Can I ask you a question, then?” he paused for a second before asking, not waiting for his answer. “Why now? After all these years, and all these trials, why now? Why are you so adamant about forgoing sleep and food right this instant?”

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