[ Ah, that's... Yeah, Hank doesn't have to guess why Rebecca would show up on Not A Friday. He won't ask. Whether it was a robot, Hanthaniel or something else... she probably doesn't need reminding.
There's gonna be plenty of other existential dread to go around. Right now, she probably just needs a shoulder to cry on and a pat on the back. ]
Hey, Becca.
[ He does just that, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, greeting her with a calm smile. What does it matter if she's dead now? Living or dead, Hank promised he'd be there for her. So he is. ]
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There's gonna be plenty of other existential dread to go around. Right now, she probably just needs a shoulder to cry on and a pat on the back. ]
Hey, Becca.
[ He does just that, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, greeting her with a calm smile. What does it matter if she's dead now? Living or dead, Hank promised he'd be there for her. So he is. ]
This ain't the afterlife, don't sweat it.