Ah, sweet pretend normalcy as if his world hasn't been turned upside down. Thanks, Phil.
"You have both of those. They're called 'your kid'. Mom always used to say the only reason she had us was cheap labour," he jokes, rubbing at his face just a little. For sure notices how he hefts that pot though, and Hawk makes a note to ask Phil to heft him like that.
"Pan," he preemptively echoes as he digs through his cupboards and drawers, placing the handle in Phil's hand the way a nurse would a scalpel, "spatula or wooden spoon?" he offers, careful to make his interruption to his talking brief.
"And I have some sausage left in the ice box," Hawk gestures to it, "but tell me about it. I just have the ears my parents gave me, but you forget how quiet normal places are with bombs dropping on your head. Can you hear my heartbeat right now?"
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"You have both of those. They're called 'your kid'. Mom always used to say the only reason she had us was cheap labour," he jokes, rubbing at his face just a little. For sure notices how he hefts that pot though, and Hawk makes a note to ask Phil to heft him like that.
"Pan," he preemptively echoes as he digs through his cupboards and drawers, placing the handle in Phil's hand the way a nurse would a scalpel, "spatula or wooden spoon?" he offers, careful to make his interruption to his talking brief.
"And I have some sausage left in the ice box," Hawk gestures to it, "but tell me about it. I just have the ears my parents gave me, but you forget how quiet normal places are with bombs dropping on your head. Can you hear my heartbeat right now?"