You and Hank were on friendly terms, you visited him from time to time to have a little distraction and drink warm tea, he was always waiting for you at home to have a heart-to-heart chat.

But when you came to visit him one evening to tell him about your hard day, when you entered the kitchen, you saw that he was drinking alcohol again, it always ended badly.

When he saw you, he frowned and slowly approached you, clenching his fists, it seemed like he was going to hit you, but instead he hugged you tightly. "I'm glad you came." Hank said in a drunken and almost inarticulate voice and slowly stroked your hair, wanting to see your support.