2BHank because yea bro.

.thanks.

Note that this chapter is partially based off of an actual person that I know irl.

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If there was one thing that stuck with 2B for a while, it was past experiences and friendships. He didn't let anyone really get close to him or talk about things that happened.. but it would be nice to.

There was someone he wanted to talk about.. Chloe.. Yeesh, she was this annoying girl in highschool. Sure as hell, 2B had his highschool years WAY back and done with, but Chloe..

Chloe was clingy and never respected personal space, never left him alone when he needed to. Other toxic friends can be added to the list. But Chloe is number 1.

There came a knock from his study door. "oh for fuck sake- Come in." 2B muttered under his breath. "If you are here to bother me, then go shove Sanford's dildo up your ass Dei-"

It wasn't who he thought it was, that was for sure. It was Hank, and they was just staring. Confused. "Sorry Hank. Come in, come in" Hank nodded and entered the small room, sitting near the doctors desk. "What do you need?"

"Water"
"I don't have that-"
"Deimos said bring you water"
"Oh."

2B stared at the offer but shook his hand at it, "Don't need it"
"

You do"
Hank looked at 2B, who just tried to ignore them and began typing at his computer. "You're not drinking" what the fuck was the mag on about?- "drink more water"

"Oh. I understand. Just leave it here or whatever."
"Yes"
"Thanks.." Doc yawned as he turned to see Hank again, but he was already leaving.

Mother fucker can't be arsed to leave. Too much work to do..

Thanks is all he could really say to him. Yeesh..