Author: Shade (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All characters depicted belong to Marvel Entertainment
Group and 20th Century Fox. I am not making a profit from this work.
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Hank is still a hidden secret at Xavier's, but Bobby
hopes to change things in order to help a mysterious new student.
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Notes: This story occurs in the X-Men Movieverse and is a sequel
to my story "Bobby and the Beast" which
can be found at (un)frozen. I've had several
people ask me to continue the new friendship of Bobby and Hank. Last
time, Bobby told his story. This time, Hank gets to spill his guts.
Translations appear at the end. Thanks to all the Icekateers that
continually inspire me, and to my friend Kristy for the beta.
I'm staring at the rounded wall. It's really the door to an elevator,
but the students aren't allowed to use it. The thing is, I really
need to use it. If he hadn't moved down there, this wouldn't be such
a problem. I've been staring at the stupid door for a while now trying
to figure out how to get it to open. Wishful thinking isn't working
"Bobby, what are you doing?"
I jump at the voice beside me. It's Dr. Grey. I suddenly realize
I have no idea how long she's been there. I wonder if she's figured
"Um, nothing?" I try. She raises an eyebrow and I know
that probably wasn't the right answer. "I need to go downstairs,"
I say instead.
"Students aren't allowed down there, you know that."
"It's important, Dr. Grey. I need to talk to him."
"Oh. About what?"
I look at the toes of my sneakers and try to think of some other
reason but the truth. He's not going to want to hear the truth.
"It's a personal matter," is all I can come up with.
Dr. Grey smiles and whispers, "Guy stuff, huh?"
"Well, I suppose you could go down with a chaperone."
"Know any takers?"
Her reply is the door suddenly opening on its own. Dr. Grey steps
in and turns back to look at me. I quickly follow her in.
As the door closes, I ask, "How'd you do that?"
I immediately hate the hallways down here. They make me think of
a hospital or a prison or something. I'm not even going to go into
what those crazy metal "X" doors make me think of. I follow
Dr. Grey down the maze of identical halls and try my hardest to remember
the way. Anything to keep my mind off of the conversation that's about
It was two months ago that I accidentally came across one of Xavier
School's secrets. Our school has a lot of secrets. Mainly that it's
not really a school for "Gifted Youngsters," but one for
mutants. My secret is that I'm the only student on the grounds that
knows about the special guest who lives downstairs.
We stop in front of one of the metal doors and it slides open. Inside
is a state-of-the-art laboratory. It looks like something out of the
X-Files. Everything is stainless steel and cold, but not necessarily
clean. Every surface has something on it. There are papers and computer
print-outs everywhere. The main lab table has a computer humming away
with an electron microscope next to it. There are all sorts of vials
with many different colored liquids. A coffee cup sits abandoned next
to a stack of books. The place looks shiny and new and yet lived in
at the same time.
Dr. Grey walks toward a regular old wooden door and knocks. I look
through the glass panel and see an equally piled office. A large blue
figure sits in an enormous leather wingback chair with a book in his
Hank looks up and smiles when he sees Dr. Grey and me. He waves her
in. I take a deep breath as she opens the door.
"You have a visitor."
"Bobby! Come on in! Pull those papers out of that chair and
Dr. Grey steps out of the way to allow me inside. She pats my shoulder
as I pass, and I wonder what she thinks I need to talk to Hank about.
"I'll leave you two alone. Hank, I'll be in my lab when you're
done. Just buzz me and I'll take Bobby back up."
"Thanks, Dr. Grey."
"It's okay, Bobby, just don't make a habit of it or I'll hear
from the Professor."
I watch her head out and for the millionth time wonder exactly what
I'm going to say to Hank. Originally, he wasn't thrilled that I had
found out about him being at the school. I'd be afraid of other people
too if I was a huge beast-like creature covered in blue fur. That
train of thought only makes me think about why I'm down here.
"So Bobby, I haven't had the chance to see you much since they
got the lab finished, but you know the saying, 'No rest for the wicked.'"
"Yeah, I guess."
Hank smiles at me. It's a frightening expression if you don't know
him. You'd think he was ready to go for your throat if you didn't
look into his eyes. Most people just see all those teeth, but his
eyes are really soft and gentle.
"How have you been?" he asks. If I didn't know better,
I'd think he knew I was uncomfortable.
"Fine. I'm doing better in history. I never did get the chance
to thank you for helping me study for the midterm."
"I'm pleased that you are doing better. History really is a
rewarding subject if you take the time."
"Would you like some coffee?"
"How about a doughnut?"
"I'm not hungry."
"How about an explanation of particle physics?"
"No, I'm not ... what?"
I watch Hank raise a bushy blue eyebrow. He's smirking, or at least
I think he's smirking. It's hard to tell sometimes.
"Would I be wrong in suggesting that you're a tad distracted?"
Damn, he does know I'm uncomfortable.
"I need to talk to you about something, but I'm afraid of what
you'll think about it."
"The only way to be sure is to come out and tell me."
I run my fingers through my hair. Why is this so hard? I know why.
I'm afraid that I'll make him mad. Hank has turned into one of my
best friends. Ever since I spilled my guts to him the night we met,
we've gotten close. It's weird to think that someone ten years older
than me is my best friend, but it's true. I can tell him about anything.
Plus, he knows tons of stuff. I think I'm good for him too because
I can tell he gets lonely. Dr. Grey and Mr. Summers and all the other
teachers at Xavier's know him, but I don't think they really know
him like I do. I don't want to mess that up.
The whole time my mind runs through all of this, the room has been
silent. He's just sitting there waiting for me to talk.
"I want you talk before the whole school."
"What?" he asks, surprised.
"You know, give a lecture."
"No, hear me out. I know you don't like people to see you and
you're worried about what they think, but this is important. Things
have changed up there recently. You've been down here the whole time
so you don't know."
"What has changed?"
"We got a new student. He's from Germany, I think. Anyway, he's
... well ... he's kind of like you."
Hank sits back in his chair and looks at me. I can tell his big ol'
brain must be churning, but I can't read his face. I plow on.
"His name is Kurt. He's got blue fur, but it's shorter and darker
than yours is. It's almost like a navy blue velvet dress my mom once
had. Anyway, he's got pointy ears. Plus, he's only got three fingers
on his hands, and his feet are different too. He's even got a tail.
Kitty screamed when she first saw him. She thought he was some kind
of blue demon or something. The rest of the kids won't go near him
or talk to him. Some of them have even started doing some real mean
things to him. I tried to be nice to him so he'd have at least one
friend, but he just won't trust me after some of the things the guys
have done to him."
I pause, but Hank still hasn't moved or said anything. "Hank,
I just thought that if you gave a lecture to the school or something,
they'd see how cool and smart you are. You're a Doctor and a genius
and everything. If they saw that, they might give Kurt a break. Plus,
if he saw you, maybe he would be a little more confident."
I let out a breath and wait. What if he kicks me out of his office
and never wants to talk to me again? Worse yet, what if I've made
him more sad than angry?
"Bobby, I'm happy that you want to help this young man. You
have a good open mind and a giving heart. I was worried that you'd
judge me when you first met me, but you didn't. Unfortunately, not
everyone is so forgiving."
Hank slowly rises and steps over to the door. He stares out at his
lab, but I can tell he's not really looking at it.
"I'm not asking you to do this just for him. There's always
going to be some assholes out there. You can't change that. But if
you keep hiding down here, you're going to miss the good people too,
the people like me."
Hank turns to look at me. He's giving me that critical eye that adults
use. He's never treated me like a kid before. That's one of the cool
things about him. We've always been equals, but I can tell he's going
to finally play that card now.
"You're young, Bobby. You don't know what the world is really
"Don't give me that," I interrupt. "I know all about
the world. I was the one in court for attempted manslaughter when
I was eleven, remember? This isn't good for you! You're too smart
for this! If you can't even face a bunch of teenage fellow mutants,
how are you going to face the rest of the world? I worry about you.
You're my friend. I hate seeing you holed up down here like you're
some sort of monster."
"Aren't I, though? Do you really think that if I just ignore
how I look that everyone else will? It doesn't work like that, Bobby.
I watch Hank walk back to his desk. He leaves his back to me. I want
to scream at him, but I know it would only make things worse.
"My mom always told me that you have to face your demons. Well
you've got a blue one upstairs now. If you don't face him, then all
those assholes have won. I'm sorry if I upset you."
I quietly open the door and step into the lab. There's an intercom
by the main door. I'm not sure how it works so I just start pushing
I push two different buttons before I get an answer.
"I'm ready to go back up, now."
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute. Is something wrong?"
"Only with the universe," I say and take my finger off
The sun feels good against my face, so I leave my eyes closed and
just sit still for a while. It's been two days and I still feel awful.
School and classes have gone on normally, but I haven't been paying
much attention. Mr. Summers even had to yell at me during Math because
my mind was wandering.
I finally open my eyes and stare at the younger kids playing soccer
out on the grass. Rogue is waving at me from the other side of the
yard but I just shake my head at her. She gives a little pout and
turns back to Johnny and Jubilee. Maybe hanging with them would make
me feel better, but I doubt it.
"Nice day, isn't it?" a voice says behind me.
I turn and look up at chair behind me. The Professor smiles slightly
and rolls up beside me.
"It's okay," I reply.
"The sun always feels warmer to me after the rain."
"I wouldn't know. I'm the ice guy, remember. I'm better in a
"Seems like the climate has been unusually cold around you lately."
I look over at him, startled, but he's still just watching the kids
in front of us.
"Let me guess. Dr. Grey told you I was upset."
The Professor grins and says, "She's always been the worrying
"So you came out here to get the 411, is that it?"
"I came out here to enjoy the day. Why did you come out?"
"I have some stuff to think about."
"Have you been thinking a lot?"
"Ah, Mr. Summers also told you that I wasn't paying attention
in class," I sigh.
The Professor smiles again, but he doesn't say anything. I know that
he could find out anything he wanted by just looking inside my head
with his powers. There isn't anything I could do to stop him. The
funny thing is, he's just not that sort of person.
"I asked Hank to give a lecture to the school. It didn't go
over too well."
"Why would you want him to give a lecture?"
"So Kurt would know he wasn't alone, and so Hank wouldn't be."
I sigh again, "Too bad it blew up in my face and now Hank probably
won't ever talk to me again."
"Friends don't stop being friends just because they disagree."
"I don't know. I'm worried that I hurt his feelings more than
"The truth hurts sometimes, Bobby, but we should never let that
stop us from telling it. I'm sure everything will work out in the
"I hope so, Professor."
"Now, we should enjoy this fine day for the sake of those who
There is just too much dust up here. I've only just come up the stairs
and already I'm coughing my head off.
"You're lucky I don't have asthma or this would probably kill
me," I say in between coughs. There's no answer.
"All right. I'm good at talking to myself too. It's a really
nice day out. Even the Professor went outside for a little while."
Again there's no response but I can hear him moving around a little
"Why the attic?" I ask after I finish another coughing
fit. "I mean the basement, sure. Heck, there are a million places
to hide around here. On a day like this I'd even hide outside in the
woods. If you like, I could show you a few places. That is if you're
still into the whole hiding thing."
"Leave me alone," a soft voice says from behind some boxes.
I can't see him back there because he blends in so well with the
"So you do talk, and you have that sexy accent thing that the
girls all go crazy for. I envy you, man." I sit down and lean
back on the crate. I hear his sigh on the other side of it.
"Yeah, annoying aren't I?"
"Why did you come here?"
"Your friends need me downstairs for another of their pranks."
"Buzz. Try again."
"You feel sorry for me," he says with a touch of anger.
"Buzz. You only have one more guess to win the grand prize."
"You're a, how do you say, a jerk?"
"Bing, bing, bing. Congratulations! Tell him what he's won,
There's more movement behind me, and I turn to see a navy, fuzzy
face peer around the corner at me. His eyes are a bright yellow, which
contrasts with his dark face.
"Hi, want to go out and enjoy the weather?" I ask.
"I'm in a good mood, actually."
"That's not what I meant."
"I won't tell if you won't."
From sitting with my back to a crate, I end up sitting with my back
to a tree. Kurt's up in it somewhere. He's a natural climber.
I look up and say, "You're really good at that."
"I've been climbing since I was five."
"My hands and feet are made for it. Having a tail doesn't hurt
"You mean you were born like you are?"
I shake my head.
"You must have been hell on babysitters," I finally say.
There is a snort from up in the tree. At least I'm slightly amusing
"What did you think when the Professor asked you to come here?"
"I'm pretty sure the first thought was, 'Thank, God.' I was
in a bad scene at the time."
"I was happy where I was."
"Really? Where was that?"
"A circus. They were my family."
"Damn! Really? That is so cool. What did you do?"
"I was an acrobat, but..."
"Man! But what?"
"It was a small circus. We weren't making much money. The owner
decided we'd make more if I was..."
"Let me guess. Freak show, right?" I asked and looked up
at the tree. The young German nodded.
"Bastards. Is that why you came here?"
"Yes. From one freak show to another, I guess."
"Yeah, I've always thought we needed a barker at the gate."
"I wasn't thinking of the rest of you."
"You're only saying that because you haven't had to share a
room with Johnny. Talk about weirdness. You should see him bite his
toenails. It's disgusting. Plus, whenever he has a racy dream he sets
his sheets on fire!"
There is a burst of laughter from the tree. I look up in time to
see Kurt fall from the limb he was laying on. Before I can react,
I realize that he's hanging upside down by his tail still laughing
his head off. I laugh myself.
"I'm telling you, it's true! He keeps an extinguisher on his
nightstand. It happens so often, when it does I don't even wake up
We laugh for what seems like forever. After a bit, Kurt comes back
down and sits beside me. I want to reach over and touch his arm just
to see what it's like.
"Kurt, can I ask a weird question?"
"As long as it isn't of a sexual nature."
I chuckle. Already he's pegged me for a dirty mind. Of course, he's
"Can I feel your fur? It's nothing funny," I add quickly
to prevent any misunderstanding.
Kurt smiles and holds out his arm. I reach over and sort of pet it.
"I was right. It's just like my mom's velvet dress, only softer."
"It's strange. Everyone I've ever met has been frightened of
me, but they are always curious about it, too."
"I have a different reason for being curious."
"What is it?"
I sigh, "Can't tell you. Maybe soon, but not right now."
He eyes me. I really want to tell him about Hank, but I made a promise
to the Professor. I look down at my watch and realize that it's almost
"Hey, we should probably go in. It's time to eat."
Kurt looks away before he says, "You go ahead."
"Aw, come on! You can sit with me. They'll leave you alone,
or I'll give them all ice wedgies!"
We get up and head back towards the mansion. I walk slower because
Kurt's a little shorter than I am. I can almost see the tension grip
his body the closer we get to the cafeteria.
"Relax, you're used to getting up in front of an audience. Don't
let it get to you."
Kurt smiles. "You're right. I just have one question. What is
I chuckle and lead him in while explaining the physics behind childhood
torture. I'm not sure he gets it, but at least he's relaxing a little.
We go through the line and grab some grub. When we step into the dining
room there is utter silence. I feel like I'm in one of those old westerns.
I can almost hear the swinging doors banging behind me. The only question
I have is should the piano player get it first?
I can feel Kurt start to tense up beside me again. I look over at
him and wink so that the others can't see. He smirks slightly, stands
at his full height, and walks toward the middle of the room. The empty
table is the center ring and the tightrope is waiting. That's an act
that is really hard to follow. I can feel every eye in the room watching
me now. I nod and smile at the people I pass like a senator during
re-election. As soon as I sit down beside Kurt the silence is broken
into a thousand whispers. Bunch of stupid gossips. I look over at
my usual table. Johnny, Rogue, Jubilee, and Kitty are all looking
at me with something like disappointment. I have to remind myself
not to flip them off. Instead I motion for them to join us. They all
turn back to their food like they didn't see it.
What if they don't want to be my friends anymore? I know I'm going
to hear from Johnny when I get back to my room tonight, but then again
he can't ever shut up. I like them. They are my friends. Why can't
they see that what they're doing is wrong? Why can't they see that
they're acting just like all those humans who hate us? I go back to
my food and wish I could ask Hank all those questions. He always manages
to explain things to me, but thinking about Hank bums me out.
"Is something wrong?" Kurt asks.
I sigh and look over at him.
"Nah, I'm just thinking too much again. You'll find that I do
that a lot."
"If you'd rather not sit with me, I'll understand."
"No! It's not you, really. I'd never do that to you, and you
shouldn't have to understand stupid things like that."
"Perhaps if you tell me what is wrong. Perhaps I could help."
"That's just the thing, " I reply, "I can't tell anyone."
"If you say so."
Before we can continue, Mr. Summers stands up from the teachers'
table and calls for attention. The room quiets down again. All of
the teachers and the Professor are sitting up there. Even Mr. Logan
is slouching at the end of the table. It's kind of odd because there's
usually only one around to watch us during dinner.
"I have an announcement to make," Mr. Summers begins. "Tomorrow
there will not be a second period. Everyone should assemble in the
ballroom for a special program. All homework for your second period
classes should be turned in before you go to the assembly. Please
be prompt. That's all."
"Do you have assemblies often?" Kurt asks.
"No. There's only been a few since I've been here. It's odd.
The next day I reach into Ms. Munroe's office to lay my homework
on her desk before I'm supposed to be at assembly. I've done a good
job of avoiding my "friends." The night before I pretended
to be asleep when Johnny came in so I wouldn't have to get a lecture
about hanging out with Kurt. During first period I kept my face in
my book to keep from talking to Kitty and Jubilee. I know I can't
keep doing this forever, but I'm better off for now. The ballroom
is already pretty full when I get there. I look around a bit trying
to decide where to sit. Rogue is saving a place beside her and she
looks right at me. Apparently, the spot is for me. I'm not sure if
I should take it or not. I see Kurt slip in through the opposite door
and take a seat next to the wall. Despite the crowd there is a sudden
ring of empty space around him. I want to scream at them all. Instead,
I turn away from Rogue's questioning look and head to sit with Kurt.
"Hi? This space saved?" I ask louder than is probably necessary.
Kurt gives me a funny look and says, "No. Sit down."
The teachers come in one by one. First is Mr. Summers. He's always
early or right on time. He starts circling the room talking to students
and making sure no one is acting up. Storm comes in next and sits
on one of the chairs that make a row facing all of us sitting on the
floor. A couple of girls get up and go to talk to her. Mr. Logan wonders
in from the back and leans against the back wall. I didn't think that
he was the type to sit with the other teachers. The only classes that
the Professor has talked him into teaching are Phys Ed. and Self-Defense.
Finally, Dr. Grey comes in, following the Professor. There is a space
between the row of chairs for his wheelchair. He maneuvers into it
quickly. All of the conversations quiet down and Mr. Summers heads
back to the front of the room. The Professor waits for him and then
begins to speak.
"I thank you all for coming. Today is a very special day. We
have a guest speaker who I hope you will all enjoy."
On this last sentence, the Professor looks right at me. I can't help
but grin at him. A gesture he returns. I look over at Kurt.
"Remind me to tell you all about my secret after this,"
The Professor looks toward the far door and everyone turns to look
with him. To my utter delight, Hank stands in the doorway clutching
some papers. He's wearing corduroy pants, a shirt and tie, and a dark
brown sport coat. I've never seen him look so nice. He pushes his
tiny wire-rimmed glasses further up his furry blue nose and walks
over to the Professor.
"Students, this is Dr. Henry McCoy. He is a medical doctor with
several degrees including those specializing in biochemistry and genetics.
He's been working here at the school with Dr. Grey on the preeminent
treatise on mutantcy. I've asked him to speak to you today not about
his work, but his experience as a successful mutant in society. Doctor."
"Thank you, Professor Xavier. As my friend has stated, my name
is Dr. McCoy, but most people just call me Hank."
I watch his eyes sweep the crowd in front of him, and I know he's
looking for me. Finally they settle on Kurt and me. I can tell he's
nervous, but somehow the sight of my other blue friend and my goofy
smile urges him on.
"Like most of you, I was born a mutant. But I haven't always
looked as I do now. I was born in Illinois, and was a large baby.
My initial mutantcy were above-normal sized hands and feet and enhanced
agility. I also had increased strength. I'm not sure if my intelligence
is related to my mutantcy. I would hope that it is just a gift tended
with hard work instead of a twist in my genetic code. Due to my abilities,
I was a star player on my high school football team. I didn't know
about mutants. This is before the condition was commonly known as
it is now.
"I entered college at the young age of fourteen and studied
in a variety of fields. It was during my education that I discovered
what I was. This discovery led my interest into the sciences. I wanted
to know more about genetics, biochemistry, but mostly about mutants.
I wanted to know not only why I was different but also how I became
so. I worked very hard, and earned my degrees.
"A year ago, after I had finished my studies, I took a job doing
genetic research at a place called the Brand Corporation. It is a
private company that does some research in the area of mutant genetics.
While I was there, I isolated a serum that seemed to hold the key
to mutantcy. It brought out a genetic change in samples that had latent
mutant tendencies. In simpler terms, there are some people who carry
mutant characteristics, but are not mutants themselves. All of your
parents carried these latent genes, enabling you to be mutants when
you were born. My serum triggered these latent genes into dominant
genes. In effect, it made my test subjects, ordinary lab rats, into
"Unfortunately, before I could do more testing, my colleagues
discovered what I was working on. They realized that I was a mutant.
They thought I was trying to 'infect' them with my serum. The prejudices
they held blinded them, and they destroyed my office. I was drugged
and captured. Mr. Brand, the head of the corporation, injected me
with my own serum. It reacted with my own dominant mutant genes and
further evolved me..."
Hank pauses and looks down at his notes. The papers he holds in his
hands are shaking. I know that he hadn't always looked the way he
does now, but I had no idea the horror story that went with it. I
want to run up there so bad and comfort him. I look around the room
quickly. Everyone is staring at him with rapt attention. My head jerks
back around as Hank continues.
"I was sick and in pain for days as my body began to change.
I grew the fur that you see now. My large hands and feet changed into
more bestial claws. The strength, agility, and dexterity that I was
born with practically doubled. Suddenly, I didn't blend in anymore.
The secret that I'd kept for so long was now obvious to anyone who
looked at me. I found myself an outcast in places that had once welcomed
me. Colleagues that I had worked with during my schooling suddenly
pretended they didn't know me. I couldn't find work. I couldn't go
back to school. My life, it seemed, was over.
"That's when I got a call from Professor Xavier. He asked me
to work with Dr. Grey. I had corresponded with her before, but I'd
never met her. I certainly didn't know anything about this institution.
I'd had a lot of rejection. I didn't want to face you, because I was
suddenly frightening to people. I wasn't sure how any of you would
react to me. I told Charles that I would come here, but it would have
to be in secret. I didn't want anyone outside of the faculty to know
about me. It was obvious I didn't know much about Xavier's because
I was discovered by one of you the night that I arrived."
This admission sets off a flurry of whispering. All the students
are murmuring trying to figure out who it could be. I ignore it because
Hank's looking right at me with a smile.
He says, "I was upset at first because I didn't realize the
gift I had received. I made a friend, my first real one since becoming
the beast you all see before you. He didn't seem to care about how
I looked. And maybe, just maybe, he made me realize that I didn't
have to care about how I looked either. I've always believed that
what was on the inside counts more than outward appearance. I just
never had so great a test as when this happened to me. I've never
thanked that friend for bringing me back to myself again, and I feel
bad about it.
"I don't think that this is the speech the Professor expected
of me, but I am glad that I got the chance to talk with you all. Charles
has been trying to get me to join his staff in educating you young
scamps. Perhaps I do have some wisdom to share with the new generation.
I may not be much older than most of you, but I certainly feel older
than my years. I thank you for your kind attention."
There is still a lot of whispering, and I'm not sure that everyone
has figured out the lecture is over. I'm too busy staring at Hank
to realize that Kurt has stood up beside me. The sudden noise of his
clapping startles me and I look up to see him applauding. Without
a second thought, I stand and join him. Slowly, but steadily the rest
of the student body also rises and applauds. The noise is deafening
before we are through. I can tell that Hank is embarrassed. Not too
much later, we are let out of the assembly. I'm surprised at the number
of students that crowd around Hank to talk to him. I stay by the wall
with Kurt while Ms. Munroe runs them all off to class. When the last
student is gone, I pull Kurt up to the front of the room.
"When did you change your mind?" I ask with a smirk.
"When the Professor made me take a walk in the woods with him
yesterday afternoon. He assured me that no one would see us. What
he didn't tell me was that the woods were already occupied by two
Kurt looks up and asks, "You were watching us yesterday?"
"For a little while. Might I make a confession? I've always
wanted to run away to the circus."
This makes Kurt grin. I think he's relieved that he's not really
alone in the world. I know I would be. Heck, I know I am.
"Sie müssen mehr erklären mir über Ihre Tat,"*
Kurt replies, "Ich würde zu glücklich sein."**
I'm completely lost at this point.
"You guys better not be talking about me."
Hank and Kurt both laugh at me. I'm pretty sure they're not going
to tell me what they said, but it doesn't matter. Hank seems to be
a big hit with everyone else. Hopefully, this'll help Kurt also make
some more friends. Especially, if he shows off some acrobatics later.
"I'm glad you decided to do it," I tell Hank.
"I'm glad you decided to give me the kick in the pants I needed.
Of course, you've been doing that since I met you."
"You love it," I say snidely.
"Bet on it."
The next thing I know, I'm in a giant bear hug. I can't get my arms
all the way around him, but I don't think he minds. When we finally
let go, I can see the Professor sitting in the doorway watching us.
I give him a quick smile, which he returns. It couldn't have gone
better if we had planned it.
* I want to hear more about your act.
** I would be happy to.
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