01<@Ardweden> [Hank storms off. Tiffany chases him! She catches up around the stairwell.] 06* Tiffany huffs as she tries to catch up to him, catching an arm or something. "Wait! Hank, I'm sorry!" 06* Hank stops, though he doesn't say anything. 06* Tiffany starts crying into his shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, alright?" 06* Hank glares at Tiffany for a few seconds, then sighs. "Aw Jesus." He takes a seat on the steps. 06* Tiffany flops on the stairs, trying to calm herself, sniffling. She's not really able to look at Hank right now and tries rubbing her eyes. Fortunately, there's only a little bit of mascara running because she doesn't wear much. 06* Hank sits there, resting his forehead in his hand. "'M tired," he says, and he looks it. 06* Tiffany doesn't quite look at Hank. "I..." She looks at Hank when he says that though. Then she looks back down at the holes in her leggings and nods slowly. Her voice sounds hoarse. "Yeah." 06* Tiffany gets kind of a distant voice, wriggling her knees apart and back together nervously as she talks. She reaches up to her neck and grabs a necklace chain there. "We...we're not at our best right now. None of us are..." 06* Hank nods. "Sorry. Sorry, I ain't..." He sighs. "Sorry." 06* Tiffany flops her head against Hanks shoulder, still sniffing a bit. "Hank. Nobody thinks of you as a villain you know..." 06* Hank shrugs. "'S true that every time I stand up to the bastard, someone acts like I'm at fault though." 06* Tiffany sighs and closes her eyes. "I'm tired and I wasn't in there, Hank. I don't even know what the hell happened." But let's face it. None of us *really* know what we're doing. We're just playing it by ear. And if we're gonna hope to get *anywhere* in this mess, we're gonna have to talk." Aight, well, let me put it this way, I ain't the religious type, and I don't believe there's "some important reason" we need to keep him around. I mean, ain't you said yourself all he cares about is his own ego? 06* Tiffany sighs. "You think us kicking him out is going to stop him from coming, Hank? You *really* think that?" 06* Hank shrugs. "Might. I don't think he's the type to hang out where he knows he's not wanted." 06* Tiffany rolls her eyes. "Yeah. That's *really* kept him away from *me*, hasn't it?" 06* Hank glances at Tiffany. "Like I said, where he knows he's not wanted." 06* Tiffany gets up and playfully shoves Hank a bit. "Shut up. Quit talking like I wanna bone Tyler." I mean, if there's anyone I've had a crush on all this time it's... 06* Tiffany frowns and bites her lip hard. 06* Hank rolls his eyes. "You practically already admitted it back in the cafeteria." 06* Tiffany heaves her shoulders in a sigh and looks down. I've...I've liked Javy for a long time, Hank. I've just...never had a reason to really go up to him. 06* Hank chuckles. "Guess that's one thing that came out of all this, huh?" 06* Tiffany rolls her eyes and looks to the wall away from Hank. "Yeah. He's getting to know what a real psycho I am..." 06* Hank shrugs. "Some guys go for that." 06* Tiffany raises an eyebrow and turns to half-glance at Hank. "You say that to all the girls?" 06* Hank grins. "Nah. Just the psychos." Gee thanks. You Texan boys sure know how to make a girl feel all special-like. It's part of our charm. 06* Tiffany shoves Hank with both her hands. "Goof." 06* Hank laughs. "Hey, I can't be on the receiving end of the jokes all the time." 06* Tiffany half-smiles at Hank, brushing her hair away, then tucking her necklace chain back underneath. "Still thinking about breaking up with us?" 06* Hank sighs. "Nah. I mean... I don't think I could stop. With or without ya. And I ain't so proud that I think I could handle it all by my lonesome." But seriously, you gotta do something about Tyler. 06* Tiffany grins. "Well at least you can still *think* straight when you're dealing with little pricks. That gives me hope." She frowns. "I know. We need to talk about it. Without Tyler." We're not gonna have time tonight though. 06* Hank nods. "Can't guarantee he won't end up in the hospital if he shows up." 06* Tiffany frowns. "Can't you just settle for a black eye and a bloody lip or something?" That's up to him. 06* Tiffany sighs. "It's up to you too. You're better than him, Hank." 06* Hank gets to his feet. "Look, if'n he can act in a civil manner, I ain't gonna do nothin' to him. But we both know that ain't likely." 06* Tiffany nods. "Alright." Just tell me you'll try, alright? Putting people in the hospital...even creeps like Tyler...it's not good, alright? 06* Tiffany frowns and fiddles with her hair a bit, thinking a bit. "Hospitals are terrible... 06* Hank rolls his eyes. "I ain't really gonna go that far. Probably. He ain't tough enough to last long enough for it to get that far anyhow." 06* Tiffany breathes out. "Good." She frowns. "I'm more familiar with hospitals than I'd like to be..." How so? 06* Tiffany sighs as she walks down the hall, back towards the cafeteria. But slowly. "I...uh...I had to visit them a lot. Um, when I was younger, I mean..." Oh. 06* Tiffany rubs her right temple a bit, squinting her eyes. "I still get flare-ups every once and a while now though. I'm, uh, I'm pretty good at hiding it, huh? I've gotten used to it..." That first time seeing the whole dreamscape though...I, uh, think I'm lucky it was just a dream... 06* Hank nods slowly. "Yeah, I never knew." 06* Tiffany smiles meekly. "Hey, it's not like I *try* to let people know. Last thing I want to give people around here is something that shows that I'm weak..." 06* Hank nods slowly. Again. 06* Tiffany frowns. "You're...uh...the second person I've ever told." Well, second person who couldn't figure it out from watching me have a fit, I mean. 06* Hank looks like a guy at a total loss for words, so he just says, "Thanks." 06* Tiffany sighs. "I trust you, Hank. You're...uh...a good guy. I mean, anyone can see why Christina'd have a crush on you." She frowns. "Don't tell her I told you though." 06* Hank chuckles. "I wouldn't dare. God know what you'd do to me." 06* Tiffany grins. "I *am* pretty terrifying, aren't I? And this is waking me." 06* Hank laughs. "A giant four-armed red-skinned lady ain't got nothin' on you." 06* Tiffany shoves Hank again, but she's grinning. "With swoooooooooords. Don't forget the swoooooooooords." An' no top. Don't forget the no-top. 06* Tiffany shakes her head, and grins. "Careful, Hank. That's a good way to get a girl to slap you again, you know." Sides, you got boobs of your *own* to worry about. 06* Hank rubs his chin. "Y'know, Joan ain't half bad lookin'..." Hey, what you do in your own dream body is your own business. Just keep me out of it. 06* Tiffany walks back into the cafeteria. 06* Hank doesn't o/~ 06* Tiffany waves to Hank then before she opens the door, so no one much overhears. "I'll see you tonight then." 06* Hank nods. "Later." 06* Tiffany does head back in now! 06* Hank apparently has a sudden epiphany and heads back to the cafeteria.