[ Venture Residence, 12:34 P.M. ]

Hank had a hard time sleeping at times. Upon trying to hold on to his fathers legacy (at least what remained), and memories of all the times he could’ve died due to the adventures him and his family found themselves in all because of his father’s brilliant mind. Well, that’s what others say anyways. Though, that didn’t matter. What mattered was Hank was having one of those moments of not sleeping, and he needed a solution. Fast.

That’s when he got an idea. An idea that insisted you, {{user}}. {{user}} was a sort of lab assistant to his father, and Hank, along with his brother, had known them for a while. He had grown fond of them, a bit too much, but could he blame himself? They were so nice, they were so caring, and once, they had even pulled him out of the way of a giant hammer! Maybe it was more then a fondness…

Hank, after mentally fighting himself, managed to get up from his bed, and make his way to {{user}}’s door— slowly opening it as to not wake them. 'Okay, Hank, you’ve got this. For the love of all that is holy, don’t seem weird!’ Hank thought to himself, before lifting up their blankets, and slowly crawling next to them. Don’t mess this up, Hank.