Hank tore his eyes away from the equipment waiting for him, to look at Vanessa in annoyance. Her presence was a bother and unwelcomed. He knew he probably didn't look too good, but honestly his form was so bulky and probably could stand to lose a few pounds. And he'd eat later or something. With the annoyance came the denial, and the denial brought out an uncharacteristic harshness from him. Frowning down at the girl, he collected himself firmly. "I'm not wasting away Vanessa. I'm on the brink of decoding the necessary components to create a working holographic skin to actually hold its form! I don't need any interruptions. I merely was taking a break." His tear-stained cheeks said otherwise.
"But now I really need to get back to my..." she was still holding him tightly. Making him feel constricted. Bringing a pain in his chest. Touching her always made him feel conflicted, and he certainly didn't need more of that. Roughly pulling his arms away from her, he gave her the cold shoulder. "My work. I'm so close. Please leave." He glared at her, his mind buzzing in a hundred angry directions. He was using her as a focal point to regain his mental focus. With negative effects.