Pairing: Hank/Evan though it can be taken as brotherly too.
Spoilers: Some for th pilot and episoe two "There Will Be Food"
Warnings: Mild Hank!abuse.
Author's Notes: Second story! I've already written quite a few of them, so I've decided to just post them once a day. Thanks goes to Dance Alice Dance for reviewing both the previous drabble and my other story 'Sunday Night'. :) Feedback is love!
Hank had had a very bad day. In fact, one could even call it a horrible day, which he did venomously.
It started out when he got up at six in the morning and, on his way of getting out of bed, his blankets had somehow managed to wrap themselves around his legs and he fell on the floor. The very hard wood floor.
Then, while taking his morning shower, he has the unfortunate luck of getting shampoo in his eye. He gets most of it out, but it still stings and he doesn't have any eye drops to help.
In spite of all of this, he thinks that it will be a good day. My, is he an optimistic one. He goes downstairs, hoping that Evan will have breakfast done, but there's no one there. Of course not, it's only seven a.m.
He sighs and snags a breakfast energy drink from the fridge just as his phone goes off.
"Hello." He answers, cracking open the lid to the drink. It's Miss Newberg on the other line and she wants Hank to come to her house now to go over this new diet plan of hers and also see of there's any new surgeries out there to help with sagging skin. He sighs again and says he'll be right over.
He spends a good three hours reading through diet plans and exercise guides. After that, he goes another two hours trying to convince Miss Newberg that she doesn't need anymore Botox or any other type of lift on any body part.
He's hungry now too because all he's had all day was that disgusting breakfast drink. He calls Divya, but she has a family obligation and Evan isn't answering. Jill is too busy at the hospital to go out to eat lunch, so he goes out alone and feels vaguely depressed.
His phone rings again and this time he doesn't recognize the number. He answers it and knows who it is after the way too cheerful and enthusiastic greeting. It's April and, apparently, she still thinks she's in love with him. It takes Hank thirty minutes to get her convinced that she doesn't love him and that he can't go have dinner with her. He hangs up, feeling irritable and still depressed for reasons he has yet to figure out.
He goes by the dock to check to see how Jim is doing after the Interferon has gotten through his system. He looks better and that makes Hank feel a little bit better until he slips getting on the boat and hits his head on the side. Jim pulls him into a sitting position and asks, gruffly, if he's okay. He squeezes his eyes closed against the pounding in his head and says yes, he'll be fine. Just give him a minute. Jim nods and backs away while still managing to hover slightly, looking on in concern that he tries to hide.
Hank stands and after a few more assurances that he's fine, and few more questions regarding Jim's own health, it's almost five and he's hungry again. He heads home, hoping that Evan will be cooking dinner.
He lets himself in and is hit by the delicious scents that are coming from the kitchen. He walks in there to find Evan putting the last plate on the table and smiling to himself. Hank sighs, happy to be home and walks up to his brother.
"Hey. How was your day?" Evan asks, but Hank ignores the question for the moment, and wraps his arms around Evan's waist, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
Evan tenses in surprise, but then hugs Hank back, stroking up and down his back.
"My day was horrible, but it just got a lot better." Hank says, pulling away from the embrace, but not completely letting go.
Evan smiles and gestures at the table. "Wanna talk about it over dinner? Food will make you feel better."
"Sounds great." They both sit and begin to eat.
Hank feels better and more relaxed than he has in a while and he knows why. Not just from being home, or from the food, though it certainly doesn't hurt.
It's because Evan always knows how to make him feel better.