Don shakes his head. He and his brother both had a new lease on life... and they were sharing their powers now with Dawn and Holly Granger. But Hank hadn't been to talk to Dawn yet.
"I am not acting like a wuss," Hank snarls at his younger brother. "I'm the definition of not-a-wuss. You're the one who refuses to throw a punch. Call me a wuss again, and I'll pound you senseless."
"She'll still need some space to figure things out," Hank replies. "And I'm going to give her that space. She'll come to me when she's ready to... talk, or whatever."
"Out," Don replies simply as he steps out the door. "To talk to someone with some ounce of sense, maybe."
Maybe Hank was right; maybe Dawn did need some space. There's one person he knows who will be able to determine that. It's time to seek out Holly Granger, and see what she has to say about her sister's well-being.
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Maybe Hank was right; maybe Dawn did need some space. There's one person he knows who will be able to determine that. It's time to seek out Holly Granger, and see what she has to say about her sister's well-being.