So I talked to him to get his side of the story. Sorta just dodged shit and got pissed we were even asking.
[Maybe he was right to, and Hank can readily admit that things were so out of his realm of comprehension that taking over a planet is a bit hard to pin down on someone.]
[Either way, he's disappointed. He'd been hoping Jack'd show some regret. That he wouldn't be so cagey.]
Uh... Just let Angel know someone told Connor what happened to her. I don't suppose you count 'cause I asked you directly, but I don't know if it was with her permission or anything and I know that shit can be real private. I won't mention it to anyone. I know Connor won't either. [Krieg knows her better, and he'd feel like a weird ass stranger bringing it up to her.]
[That's kind of a big ol' sore spot for Krieg, and Hank can probably tell. It's less that he hates the idea of her talking to Jack at all (which, to be honest, he does), and more that every time she talks to Jack, he says something - whether intentionally or not - that hurts her. But Krieg isn't going to try to stop her from doing it beyond occasionally saying "Hey I think this is a really bad idea, maybe don't do that." She's already had one controlling asshole in her life, and he has no interest in entering the running to become another.]
He fed her lies about wanting to be a family. She didn't believe him, but she wanted to.
[The sad part of that is that, when Jack spoke about her, he'd definitely sounded convinced that they were family. That there had been problems, but he kept things given to him from her close.]
I don't think it was a lie but I still don't think it's great for her.
You know, when I was a cop, um... In homicide, we'd get called to a lot of houses that our domestic violence unit had visited a shitload? And we'd open up these files that were thick as fuck, where neighbors would call the cops because of things they heard or the woman had called or the kid had called or something. And by the time cops got there the first time everything was always, 'Yeah, we made up. Everything's great. It was just an argument.'
So I don't doubt he meant it. Just uh... sometimes that really doesn't work out when you haven't dealt with your other issues and it sounds like he's got a whole planet worth he's still dealing with. And I gotta imagine she's still got a way to go on her own. Of course, shit like those old cases doesn't happen here. One of the few things about this place I'd never fucking trade for anything.
[He wants his bullshit imaginary land places to be free of that crap, thanks.]
Edited (sorry for the repeat edits I hate my words) 2019-02-19 14:00 (UTC)
[He listens closely as Hank speaks, because a lot of information is being volunteered without any real prompting at all. He probably won't remember everything, but "homicide cop" will likely stick, as that seems most directly relevant to who Hank is as a person.
He snorts derisively when Hank says "I don't doubt he meant it", but lets him finish without further interruption.]
He'll say whatever it takes to make him look good. Don't let him stab you in the back, Gramps.
[It's because Hank is so magnificently out of his element with the idea of a guy doing scientific experiments on his daughter and replacing her blood and doing all sorts of nutty things that this is all he has to compare it to. Domestic violence on his homely, mundane shithole (save for the exemplary android or two).]
[But homicide cop, and narcotics cop, and generally cop were pretty much the very definition of who he was when he was being his best self.]
Not planning to. A control freak with feelings is just a motivated control freak. So. Sorry for her and you both.
[He's pretty sure that friendship has sailed. He'll talk to him, but already it doesn't bode well.]
It's okay! He can't hurt her here and he's dead on Pandora.
[He'd be sorry about Hank's recently budding and now deceased friendship, but for all the questions the man has asked Krieg hasn't actually pegged that said friendship was even a thing, so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
if my brain gets blasted and i become just a fragment of my former self pls take care of my pokemon for me. wrestle with them EVERY day. also remember me as i was: a reckless, reckless genius.
also know that youre my best not-robot friend ever. but you already know that. and now this feels REALLY cheesyuuUUHHHHHHHHHHH BYE
[ sometimes after spending an extended amount of time in the forests, you message your least complicated friend like person because you want to go out to eat but not alone
on your birthday
which you won't tell anyone about, so unless they already know, hah, you won ]
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