[He grabs a shopping basket before heading toward the back. One of the first times he came here was when Hank was getting some first aid supplies for a guy punching the ground. Just normal Etraya things. Some food for the guy too, because he apparently sucks at feeding himself.
Still feels weird not paying, but it is what it is.
Hank shoves as much thirium as he can in the basket: sure, two units might get Connor all “optimal,“ but they’ll never know when he might need more.
As he returns to the front of the store, Hank sets the thirium on the conveyor.]
Kinda like to pretend, y’know. That shit’s all normal.
[It absolutely is not. But he sweeps around the conveyor, standing where a cashier would, to push the button to make the belt move.]
I got a favor to ask you.
[Packing the thirium back up in the basket again — he’ll return it later, he swears. He holds out one of the thirium packs to Connor, if he might like it now. There’s a bench by the exit.]
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Well, ain’t that handy. Thanks, Con.
[He grabs a shopping basket before heading toward the back. One of the first times he came here was when Hank was getting some first aid supplies for a guy punching the ground. Just normal Etraya things. Some food for the guy too, because he apparently sucks at feeding himself.
Still feels weird not paying, but it is what it is.
Hank shoves as much thirium as he can in the basket: sure, two units might get Connor all “optimal,“ but they’ll never know when he might need more.
As he returns to the front of the store, Hank sets the thirium on the conveyor.]
Kinda like to pretend, y’know. That shit’s all normal.
[It absolutely is not. But he sweeps around the conveyor, standing where a cashier would, to push the button to make the belt move.]
I got a favor to ask you.
[Packing the thirium back up in the basket again — he’ll return it later, he swears. He holds out one of the thirium packs to Connor, if he might like it now. There’s a bench by the exit.]