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Hank sits at his table just outside of the Infirmary, watching sensors and reading as he taps at his rather odd looking laptop, once more working on the current problems.

A bit of fresh air sounded to him like just what the Doctor should order, so he had ordered it, and then followed Doctor's orders and here he was.

The remains of lunch lays on a plate somewhere on his table as he keeps an eye on work, the Infirmary, his reading, and maybe the Bar as well.

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Amanda walks over taking a seat across from him and snatches a piece of the reamins of his lunch.

She seems chipper and upbeat. It may be an exgeration of her current mood but she pulls it off well because she is doing much better then last night.

"Afternoon Hank."

He blinks at her good mood, and smiles a little.

"Hello, Amanda. How are you feeling?"

His eyes are curious and concerned.

"Much better thanks to you and Serena. It seems that bar has decided that I shouldn't have to worry about work for the time being." Not that she ever worries about work.

He smiles.

"I am glad you are feeling better."

He glance sat her, then at the Door.

"You mean you are Bound?"

"It would seem so." Has been but until this morning was too preoccupied to notice.

"Better isn't too hard. Especially since certain friends of mine seem to be feeling better." her eyes are warm. Still pained but warm. "How are you doing?"

He smiles a little.

"I am well, just working hard and trying to push forward plans for the wedding. We should be sending out invitations soon. Things have been so hectic lately I havent even gotten around to properly announcing it yet."

"Just remember to take care of yourself. When you start to forget that you end up curled in a ball on a floor dying of dehydration."

He grins a little, not even remotely thinking of what he does as overwork.

"I will, I do. I keep completely watch over my system, trust me on that."

"Alright then. I will." Amanda isn't in the habit of trusting people but that is outside of Milliways. Here she hasa tendency to be more trusting. Which has lead to the deep friendships and gut wrenching loss. The jury is still out on whether or not it's worth it.

"How are things back home?"

"Crazy as usual. A lot happening there, with a few incidents recently, but nothing the X-Men can't handle. Between that and this place, it keeps me busy."

And he sounds happy about it.

Without warning Hank find Amanda's arms wrapped around him. She doesn't understand those like Hank, the ones that are just so good.

Warm tears are falling from her eyes. It would seem that she is a bit less stable then she had hoped. She misses Nina more then she can say and has had a hard time telling people about it. In part because she doesn't feel that it's her place.

He blinks, then hugs her gently. His voice is low and rumbly.

"It's okay, Amanda. Let it all out. It'll be alright. Whatever sorrows and darknesses come, it will be okay."

He just gently holds his friend and lets her cry it out.

Amanda wont let herself cry that long. There is much sorrow in her heart and the tears would dry up long before she is ready to stop crying.

Eventually she gets herself under control and sits back drying her tears with a napkin. "Sorry Hank. I didn't mean to..." she trails off. THis isn't like her and she doesn't like it.

He smiles at her.

"Amanda, there is nothing wrong with crying. It is a good and healthy release. And friends are always ehre for pne another. It's okay."

He hands her a glass of water to drink.

Hey doctors orders and all so she drinks, "Well I used to have other ways to work through the rough times." but an unforseen side effect of Nina's goodhearted attempt to cheer her up last week.

"Oh? How so?"

He looks curious.

A michievous grin crosses her face and her eyes light up, "Well there is nothing quite like the exhilieration of planning and exicuting a redistribution of the ownership of certain items of value."

Amanda can't remember if she told Hank about being an ex-thief. Okay well she may have slipped a couple of times.

He chuckles.

"A few of my friends would agree with you."

Remy was the best at what he did after all.

Hank smiles.

"I hope you manage to have fun in whatever way makes you happy as long as you arent hurting."

Amanda could probably give Remy a run for his money. Probably beat him too, or maybe that's pup pride talking.

"The last thing I did with Nina was steal the Dresden Green Diamond." she looks sorrowful, "She was being nice and trying to help keep my mind off of Serena."

Hank's eyebrows rise.

"Sounds like an ambitious project. It went well?"

He doesnt exactly approve, but it isnt any of his business and he is always concerned about friends.

"It went very well. But now such an activity doesn't seem as fun as it used to. It's sort of become one of those things that reminds me of her and brings up the whole grieving thing again."

At which point she starts to ball again.

Hank smiles slightly and gently hugs her again. He offers her a handkerchief.

"All things and all people's time come to an end, Amanda. It is only natural to grieve. Just let yourself do so."

"Of that I am well aware" she says bitterly.

Gratefully acepting the hankerchief and drying her eyes again, "Things are just different withthis place. It's not like back home." where I'm more guarded

He nods gently.

"I know. It is never easy to let go of friends. Just... I hope you find a place of hope and solace in your heart."

"Thank you. I'm sure I will. It'll just take time to adjust." she sighs, "I don't suppose you've seen Magius yet. I'm really worried about him."

"I havent, but my gem means he is alive and healthy, at least physically."

He shakes his ehad.

"I dont know."

"It's not his physical health I'm worried about. I think tomorrow I should be up for Searching this place top to bottom for him."

And that is exactly what she is going to do.

Hank nods.

"I am sure you will find him."

Hank doesnt mention she is fairly sure he will hear from magius soon, but then he doesnt talk about Coterie business.

Hey technically she had been invited to join them at least once and still hasn't been told when they are meeting.

"I hope so. But something tells me that if Magius doesn't want to be found he wont be." You know like with all the magic at his disposal.

"I am sure he will be around, soon."

~~Like later tonight and early tomorrow... for tag type things...mun whistles.~~

~~mun going out tonight. will tag his post in the morning~~

"I hope so. He needs his friends right now."

~~That works~~

Hank nods.

"Yes. I just hope things do get betetr, though I cannot imagine how they will."

"So do I." she stands up, "Well I should go get some rest. Good night Hank." yes it's early but Amanda is still recovering.

"Good night, Amanda."

He watches her with concern.

"Hank, I think something's wrong with Catherine." Sara appears, no preamble.

He blinks, then nods, motuioning her to a seat.

"You had a encounter with her, too? Singing? Effusive about holywood and broadway and acting?"

He nods to himself.

"I had one of those a few days ago. I did a little digging but didnt come up with anything. I figured today I would ask the only person I know who is involved in acting if he had heard anything, a man named Mark Cohen."

"Exactly. Every so often, I would see complete bewilderment behind her eyes, as though she didn't understand why she was saying and doing the things she was doing."

He nods, some of the worry behidn his eyes showing.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what is going on, but I am fairly sure it involves magic. I am hoping it isnt a curse of some sort. "

He doesnt mention the Other, or Blodwen, both sets of experiences come all too easy to his mind.

"One possibility was mentioned to me, by a guy named Jack Driscoll. He said that another, Angel, believed it to be something that occured in a fictional book: apparently there's a magical force at work here in the bar, which takes the form of music. It could have been passed on from someone in the world described in the book, and if he had no intention of passing it on, we may be safe. If not, apparently there is no way of stopping it. I don't know anything else other than that." Worry for her friend is apparent in her voice and on her face.

Hank raises an eyebrow as he listens.

"Oh, great. An interuniversal magical ...virus, for all intents and purposes. Well, sounds like some inbvestigative work is in order."

He considers.

"Did Jack tell you the world that this supposedly came from?"

"I have no idea."

"Hmmm. I'll ask around, see if I can find this Angel. I met one around Christmas. it might be the same one. He is a crossdresser who is rather pretty looking, with a melodious voice, and a penchant for pretty costumes. If you will look, too, we might see him and find out the name of the world, which will narrow down the original carrier some. If that is what this is."

Hank's mind was spinning as he plotted.

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