He nodded, watching her intently as she explained their situation. At least the living rearrangements were taken care of quite tidily. For half a second, the notion that they all could be staying under a bridge somewhere for a large, undisclosed amount of time wasn’t as far-fetched as one would like it to be. Though he would welcome it if it meant the tension between Raven and himself would somehow dissipate in result.
Not that he could kid himself -- the likelihood of that being the conclusion to any scenario was staggering minimal at this point.
“Who exactly came up with the term? The people of the town? I find it odd that they’d feel the need to label six or seven people.” Hank’s brain had only just started to go into overdrive when the duo reached the bottom of the stairs. He was about to continue on with his train of thought when he felt her eyes on him. Fully on him since the first stare down on the street and it put him off-balance almost completely.
“Your room?” Somehow he managed to keep his voice from cracking. He had been in her room at the mansion before but considering what had happened between them and the fact they were in this new, unknown to him, place… the situation felt bigger than it probably should have. The brunette adjusted the collar of his shirt, which was unneeded, before finally returning her stare. The first thought he had was the quicker he got together with Charles and they began a think tank to figure out what was happening and how to figure it out, the quicker they could all return to the ‘60s. Said first thought was quickly thrown out the window by the look on Raven’s face. The frequency of possible quiver in her tone.
“Yeah… settling in sounds nice-- good. It sounds good.” He paused for a moment, trying to very subtly clear his throat. “As does talking.”