“Well, I suppose technically, yes.” Hank nodded faintly in agreement, having to look away before continuing. “Though it wasn’t like there was any possible way I could have known I was about to be transported into the future. I didn’t just reach out and grab for it. I was on my way back to the lab after leaving your room when… this happened. Whatever this is. It was really a stroke of pure luck that I happened to have it in hand.”
So this was pretty uncomfortable as the two of them stood there staring at one and other in a sort of western standoff. Hank was utterly conflicted because on one hand, he wanted to apologize to Raven -- to hash everything out right there on some random street (and possibly get her to understand just what his cure could mean for them in hopes that she would change her mind) but on the other hand, something larger-than-life was going on and perhaps that should really be dealt with first.
But really, either option could be catastrophic left un-explored.
“Raven…” He had to stop even before he really began, still not sure what he wanted to say. Hank cleared his throat and then took a much needed breath before looking at the girl in front of him. “Raven, I owe you far more than what an apology could ever offer. Possibly even beyond begging and groveling. What I said earlier-- or, uh, what I said... three weeks ago was absolutely out of line. I fear I might have been projecting a bit of my own issues onto you and that is never acceptable in any situation.”
He adjusted the collar of his shirt with his free hand for lack of anything better to keep himself focused. “I really hope you’ll give me the chance to make it up to you but given what’s going on with our leaps through history and how it may or may not affect the natural timeline of things, I feel it might be best to get in contact with Charles first and foremost.”