"Hey, Anton..."

"Hanna."

"We NEED a CASE. NNNGK."

"I will keep an eye out."

"Both eyes."

"Both eyes."

"And an ear." Hanna grumpily flops against his patchwork recliner, knees on the seat and chin on the back. "And a left foot and a hokey-pokey all around. When we aren't working on your case, we need to be bringin' in the bacon on other cases. Old houses. Haunted antiques. Aliens. That kinda juicy tabloid thing!"

Brian/Ahmed/Tristam pauses in the middle of turning the page of his paperback. "Have you eaten?"

"Time is money, dude. Money is food."

"Should we notify your anonymous grocery benefactor?"

"Mnnnnmmmnnnnoooo..." Hanna taps his fingertips across the top of the recliner, staring down at a loose thread as if it were in the throes of bereavement.

When no elaboration spills from the usually talkative detective, Jacobim/Samuel/Mike clears his throat and levels the placid orange glow of his stare Hanna's way.

Hanna huffs, hiking a shoulder. "I kinda lied to Con-man? To like, I dunno, calm his frothing tit-fits. People fall in love and sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it's not with their preferred gender, or species, or - "

"Or inanimate object."

"Right! Eiffel tower lady." A blink, a shake of the head, "And that contract, on a metaphysical plain, is binding. Conrad seems like the type to chew his own arm off before tryin' to take it out from under a sleeping BEAR, y'know? I was just - I had to give him SOMETHING."

"Mmhm."

"He's totally in love with me, guy. Just like Worth is totally in love with him, just like I was totally absopositively in love with - argh." Fingers crooked through shorn hair, glasses bumped askew, Hanna huffs a despondent sigh. "It's starting to actually show. Prolonged glances. And ohmanohman oh man, he gets, like, worried. About me. Out loud. Not good. For team morale!"

"I will order a pizza." Grindelwauld/Horatio/Xerxes stands with a dry rustle, paperback in hand as he drifts to the kitchen phone.

"I LIKE Conrad." A whining lament, "I don't want things to be weeeiiiiirrrrduuuuuhhhh~!" The recliner creaks and groans as Hanna thrashes on it. A measured silence, Hanna flopped moodily over the large sagging arm of the chair, mouth hidden behind crossed arms. "Or maybe I just don't want to be someone else's major fuckup."

"Anchovies?" Rosencrantz/Spock/Julia peers into the livingroom, phone held aloft.

"And pineapple?" Hanna peeks up, eyebrows pinched. "I mean, I was trying to do him a favor. Steer away from Meltdown City, right? Let him make up his own mind about it."

"I cannot understand what you mean by fuckup."

"Uh, no, that doesn't go on a pizza, guy, hahaha - oh man, what even..."

"I understand." The zombie all but glides back into the room, having completed the order. "But there is no fault in affection, by my limited experience."

"Well, dude, no, ofcoursenot, BUT. I mean. RANDOMLY, randomly, out of the blue, shot by arrow - BAM. In love. With. ME." Hand flailing from chest to the rest of the room and back to his chest, Hanna's eyes boggle as he sits up straight in the chair. "It's not cool!"

"Hanna." The quiet to the zombie's voice verged on reprimand. "It is no misfortune for Conrad, if he should find himself in love with you."

"Have you been listening?" Hanna grouses.

"Have you ever been in love."

"Nnnnyyyyes?"

A patient tilt of the head. "It... isn't very selfish, love. Jealousy is a byproduct of obsession, heartache only exists beside unfulfilled expectation - " A nod, "In that which goes unrequit, as physical reciprocation of carnal pursuit so often might. Or. Perhaps." Quieter and quieter, voice reaching the corners of the room like distant thunder. "When a loved one dies."

Hanna had grown still by then, tucking his legs up lotus-style, elbows drawn down atop his knees.

Everett/Bojangles/Quincy shrugs, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his leathery cheek. "The love itself never fades, never breaks contract - so says the book you presented to Conrad, which would have been of greater benefit to him than the lie that preceded it."

"Could you just..." Hanna clears his throat, "Talk forever?"

"Not sure I follow."

"You're Watson to my Sherlock, right? Just making sure I haven't been surpassed. Heh."

"Sherlock Holmes didn't know the Earth orbited the Sun, because it was never of consequence to solving earthly crimes."

"That's kinda exactly what I mean -" laughing, Hanna springs from the chair to answer the ring of the phone, chiming in about delivery confirmation calls and the spooky dangerous neighborhood in which he lived that all the pizza guys must totally dread and - "Oh. Uh. H-hey. Yeah." A drop in Hanna's excitement, voice boiling down to something meek. "Yeah. Toni, hey uh I'm s - " A long, heavy silence as the voice on the other end of the line chatters and squawks and laughs. "Oh." The line of Hanna's shoulders relax. "Oh yeah. No, that is bad. I'm just... I'm sorry anyway? That is really kinda shitty." An abrupt laugh shared over the line, Hanna sweeping around on is feet to regard Blaine/Yggdrasil/Masaki with really wide eyes and eyebrows drawn down in incredulity, teeth flashing in more a grimace than a laugh.

Robin/Vergil/Ai hovers at the kitchen entrance, hands in pockets and tie slung over a shoulder.

"No, yeah..." Hanna scrambles for a pad of paper, accepting the pen from a dry, green hand. "Yes. Start from the beginning. Wha - he's - no yeah, he should hear this." A nervous laugh. "You ask him, for me - please, just." Face scrunching up, pained. "Tell him I'll need his help on this one for realsies. Well yeah he's gonna say no when you put it that way, hahaha!" A brief pause, breath held as he listens to the conversation taking place on the other side of town. "HAH! Wow yeah no. Aha. Ah. Good times. Hey, so, yeah - okaystartfromthe - yeah. Yes! Dude, you have no idea."

As Hanna scrawls great looping notes and jots tiny, hasty notes in those notes, Allen/Gertrude/Dave drifts back to his corner, book open, one ear out for the pizza guy and the other trained on the warble of Hanna's laughter.