Pairings: Hank/Evan, Hank/Jill

Spoilers: Some for episode four "TB or not TB"

Warnings: Slash, incest, break-ups

Author's Notes: More angst! Have we seen the last of Jill? Review!

He needs to talk to Jill. He invites her out to lunch and they eat, making small talk, while Hank is getting more and more nervous and unsure that this is the right thing to do, but he reminds himself of the way Evan looked the last time he saw him. How crushed he was.

"Jill, we need to talk." Hank says, voice tinged with nerves.

Her eyes instantly take on a guarded look and she nods slowly. "Okay. What about?"

"Us. I really don't think we should date anymore." His voice is gentle, but a rejection is still a rejection and it'll still hurt.

"Why? I thought everything was going so well. What's wrong?" She asks, voice quavering as she holds back tears.

"Because I'm hurting someone important to me with our relationship and I can't do that to them anymore. You're wonderful, Jill, really, but I can't hurt them anymore. It doesn't have anything to do with you personally, just that you happen to be the one I'm seeing. I'm so sorry." He reaches across the table and squeezes her hand.

"Can you at least tell me who?" She asks, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.

Hank hesitates and pulls his hand away. "No."

"Just tell me it's not your ex." She pleads.

"No, I promise it's not Nikki." Hank offers a weak smile and gets a sad one in return.

"I hope we'll still be able to be friends?" Jill asks.

Hank nods and they leave, each parting ways with a sad goodbye.

When he gets home, he hears bangs and thumps coming from Evan's room. He opens the door and is shocked to see Evan in the closet, throwing clothes into a suitcase on the bed.

"Evan? What are you doing?" Hank asks, watching as his brother emerges from the closet with an armful of clothes.

"Leaving. Going back to Brooklyn." Evan says, zipping up the bag.

"But why?" Hank reaches out to touch Evan's arm. His hand is slapped away.

"Why? Why? 'Cause you don't need me here. You made that very clear. Besides, you've got Jill, who you care about more than me, so you're set, right?" Evan pushes past him and heads for the door.

"Evan, you can't leave me here. I do need you. Only you. I ended things with Jill, so I could make things better with us." Hank spins him around to face him.

"Way to go. I didn't ask you to that." Evan twists away from Hank.

"I did it, so I wouldn't hurt you anymore. I love you. That's why I'm asking you to stay. Please. I didn't mean anything I said yesterday. I was hurt and angry and I'm sorry." Hank cups Evan's face in his hands, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"Hank, I don't think you know exactly how much you hurt me. I can't even describe how it felt and still feels. I'll always love you, you're my brother. But I can't be with you anymore. I'm sorry. I'm leaving." Evan looks at Hank, a sad determination in his eyes.

"Please Evan. Stay." Hank begs, tears filling his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Evan repeats then walks out of Hank's arms and the door.

Hank stares at the closed door for what seems like hours. Everything was slipping through his fingers and he was just letting it.

Two rejections in one day. It never got any easier or hurt any less.