Aaaand Hank was trying not to die of nerves or do anything weird or move too much. This resulted in him pretty much laying there like a big plank of wood at first, completely unmoving. "Y-you're welcome," he managed to spit out.
Eventually, in between thoughts of "I'MINRAVEN'SBED" and "WHATAMIDOINGOHGOD", he relaxed a little bit and brought his hand up to stroke her hair softly and affectionately. This was nice; he couldn't lie about that.
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:59 am (UTC)Eventually, in between thoughts of "I'MINRAVEN'SBED" and "WHATAMIDOINGOHGOD", he relaxed a little bit and brought his hand up to stroke her hair softly and affectionately. This was nice; he couldn't lie about that.