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Hank sits at the Bar, his usual large mug of coffee at hand, his eyes overbright, and his shoulders almost-slumped. He is mentally re-running the encounters, the days, the moments, and just nodding as he does. Nonetheless, his eyes glance around the Bar now and then, and he sighs.

No peace lasts forever/ no break ever endures/ no moment ever lasts/ nor any miracle cures./
All the body can do is move on/ all the spirit can do is live./ All the heart can do is shut down/ or give all that it has to give.

So Hank sits there and remembers a good man, and thinks of a young friend, and wonders about the past and the future, and sips his coffee.

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Warnings for breaky!Catherine, dead ahead.

Hank turns and then sees her and a small sad smile comes to his face, but his eyes show his gladdness she is there.

"Hello, beloved."

He reaches out to touch her, his arms wanting to hold her, some for her, and some for him.

She goes into his arms and holds on tight, still crying silently, shaking her head against his fur.

He holds her close, and feels his own tears restart. He leans into her, enfolding her close with arms and burrying his face in her hair, just breathing her in as he too cries quietly.

Into her hair, it might be heard at different times, "I love you.", "Thank the Gods you are here.", and other such things.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispers, clinging to him hard. "I'm not leaving ever."

He shivers and holds her tight.

"Good, because.... I would be lost without you. And I dont plan on going anywhere else either."

He presses kisses against her hair and his hands gently rub her back, tears still in his eyes.

She puts her arms around him, holds tight, tries to catch her breath again as she weeps silently into his shoulder.

Holding her tight, whispering her name, and gently rubbing her back, he stands with his wife and mourns.

"Love you, baby. love you."

After a long while her tears run dry, and she just rests her head against his shoulder, her breath all low and shuddery and hiccupy as she gets her bearings back.

He holds her still, but slowly moves his hands down and captures her hands, holding them tightly. he shivers a bit suddenly, then looks down at her.

"Thank you, for being... you."

There is a lot he doesnt know how to say, that he might screw up, but it is all there. and he just... loves her so damn much.

She smiles wobbily, puts her hands to his face and kisses him. "Just me. Only me. Not much of a prize..."

He pulls back slightly and pokes her gently as he kisses her again.

"The hell you say."

There is no force in it, just love.

"You are my most precious knowledge, the most precious part of my life. No prize could tempt me more, Catherine. Ever."

That's enough to make her break down all over again, and she rests her forehead against his to catch her breath and swallow hard. "Can we--can we go upstairs? I need to be with you somewhere quiet."

Hank nods and hugs her tight before gripping her hands and turning for thre stairs.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, too. Quiet, you, me. Yes."

Simple words, maybe... but she is where he belongs.

"Lets go home."

They walk out of the bar, hand in hand, and disappear up the stairs to their room.

[ooc: Wrap here?]

(ooc: looks good! *hugs*)

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