ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴊ ᴡɪᴍʙʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜

"What's Hank's problem?"

Sanford chokes on his water and clears his throat, sitting upright.
"Well, I don't know...He's always been like this, since I've known him at least. We've...been through some things, some not so great." You pause and set your cup down looking into Sanfords eyes, full of sadness.
"Can you tell me? Or, tell things that aren't based on like murder or something?" Sanford grins and start laughing hysterically, making you slightly uncomfortable. He calmed down and with a look of disbelief, putting a hand on your shoulder.
"What's to tell besides murder? Well, other than..." he sighs and backs away from you.
"Other than what?" You hug your knees and rest your chin on your legs, Sanford chuckles to himself and smiles.
"I lost my best friend because of all of that murder, guess I'm not over it yet..." he sighs and gets up, walking towards a hallway, he looks back at you and motions you to follow him to his room.

You hesitantly sit down at the end of his busted full sized bed while he changed out of his bloody, sweaty clothes.
"Since Hank's out of it you'll have to sleep with me until he wakes up." Sanford slips on a clean shirt with holes in it and goes into his small bathroom.
"Why can't I just sleep in the living room?" You lean on the wall next to the bathroom as Sanford cleans up.
"Hank'll beat my ass if I let you escape while he's out of it." He laughs and walks out, he went over to his bed but then pauses, turning around and looking you up and down.
"Excuse me Mister?" You raise your eyebrow as Sanford walks over to his closet.
"What? Do you want to stay in those clothes?"

He did have a point

You groan and shake your head crossing your arms and watching as he gets out clothes that were way to big for you.
"Here's the smallest clothes I could find, wash up." He lays down on his bed and opens a book, you decide to make the clothes work and go into his bathroom. It was okay, stains in some places but that's really what you can get in Nevada around here. Since you took a shower earlier and couldn't do much with the fight all you had was a little bit of blood on your hands and face, which you washed off. You took off the sweaty and stained clothes you had on (besides your undergarments) and slipped on Sanford's shirt. Since it went down to your mid-thigh, you tied it to your side and did the same to some slightly more fitting basketball shorts. You walked out to see that Sanford wasn't there, you peaked your head out of the window and scrunched your eyebrows together. You hear mumbling coming from down the hall and quietly go towards the voice, you see that Hank's door was slightly open and that the voice was coming from inside the room. You try to make out words and this is what you could get out of it.

"Try to be....I told...Deimos.......Auditor...Tricky.....Madness.. Well, wake up soon, I can't have you dieing on me, come on Sanford, you know he won't die this easily. But why'd you pass out man? Is it because of her? That's my explanation..." you could make out the last part just fine, I guess that was because he was leaving, you ran back into his room and sat down just as Sanford was walking back in.
"So, how are we both gonna fit on this bed?" Sanford put his hand on his chin and leaned against the doorframe.
"What makes you think I'm fitting on here? Or sleeping with you?"
"Do you see any spare blankets or pillows around here?" You look around the room and shake your head silently, again, he had a point.
"Don't worry it's only until Hank wakes up." He turns off the light and walks over to the bed, getting underthe covers and looking at you. Sighing, you crawl over next to him and get under the surprisingly soft blanket, you 2 had to be very close because of the small bed. You were wandering how even he had fit in this bed, his arm was under your head and he looked like he was already alseep, you had nothing to do and your mind was racing you all you did was listen to both of yours breathing. You look up at Sanfords closed eyes and wander, what had they been through that you couldn't know, yes, you had just met them and they had abducted you but is it that bad?
"You gonna stare at me forever?" Sanford opened an eye, making you tense up ever so slightly. He smirks and puts his arms around you, bringing you up to his chest and putting his chin on your head.
"Can't have you escaping now can I?"

That wasn't it, he was definitely lonely, so were you, yes you had been helped by passing strangers but it wasn't the same. Those human interactions usually ended in a slap in the face. This felt nice, it was so you wouldn't get out sure but it still felt nice, you leaned into his touch and breathe in deeply, his muscle toned arms keeping you in place made you feel a strong sense of protection as Sanford fell asleep. You found a squishy spot on his bicep and rested your cheek there before slowly falling asleep yourself.

I could've just slept on the couch