Hanna glances up, raising an eyebrow at the other man. He doesn't want to, isn't sure what good it would do, but... if it got him rowing again, if he would let it go, maybe he could. Though really, he knows if it ever comes up again they'll just be having the same conversation.
Teaching Hanna anything usually comes in at least threes, and the deep seated habits and beliefs he's settled into over the years would be much harder to pry loose, but perhaps it's because of that, that he gives in. Or it's because in the dawn light, Dr. Lester Sheehan's hair was a little lighter, making the slight resemblance Hanna had clocked even closer to what he remembered of Grant Cross before he'd died.
"I'm...afraid." He starts quietly, unable to shift much. It almost looks like Hanna might be making eye contact, but he's only half managed, gaze settled somewhere around his shoulder instead. "You're going to learn more, decide it's too much, or I'm crazy, or something, and then you'll just be gone. That's how it goes."
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Teaching Hanna anything usually comes in at least threes, and the deep seated habits and beliefs he's settled into over the years would be much harder to pry loose, but perhaps it's because of that, that he gives in. Or it's because in the dawn light, Dr. Lester Sheehan's hair was a little lighter, making the slight resemblance Hanna had clocked even closer to what he remembered of Grant Cross before he'd died.
"I'm...afraid." He starts quietly, unable to shift much. It almost looks like Hanna might be making eye contact, but he's only half managed, gaze settled somewhere around his shoulder instead. "You're going to learn more, decide it's too much, or I'm crazy, or something, and then you'll just be gone. That's how it goes."