[Hank doesn't say anything in response, just grunts as he gets up and hobbles to the counter to grab a paper towel that he folds up and sticks to the wound on the bottom of his foot. He runs one of the counter towels under the sink, wrings it out until it's just moist, and then plops it wetly onto the sticky floor and lazily mops it back and forth with his uninjured foot.
He sucks in a breath through the gap in his front teeth and then sighs.]
So you need a place to crash 'cause you can't go back to CyberLife now.
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He sucks in a breath through the gap in his front teeth and then sighs.]
So you need a place to crash 'cause you can't go back to CyberLife now.