He's seen me in a compromising situation. Crying over some noodles, really. What else could I do, though? When Isabella
In any case. He keeps being a nice source of normalcy, strangely. Not quite like Professor Andrew, but the same responsible air? And really, the way he's talking about his work reminds me of Ashton, when he was starting out. They have the same sort of ideals.
As long as he stops scaring me half to death. Punching Mister Young, honestly! He's confided some things in me, some I shouldn't go on about. In any case, I think we've somewhat bonded. I daresay I trust him, more than most here.
A man old enough to be my father. Funny, it's even stranger than making friends with men my age.
I'm worried about him going cold turkey. If he's as dependent as he says? It should be rough.
But, he functioned well enough during that sick excuse for justice we were forced to put on. I shouldn't be surprised. He takes his job seriously, it seems. And he and Connor work well together, don't they? He speaks highly of him.
He really is like Ash. I told him about what I remembered.
I've been so focused on myself this week. With those hallucinations and now Viral, and everything else. But Hank was...very kind. He caught me at a horrible time. But it went well. I can't remember the last time my own father held me like that. I trusted him with what Connor told me.
Speaking of Connor! The boy gave us both aneurysms. He's safe now, but we spent part of the night drinking. Confiding in each other. We're a pair, aren't we?
Made a right fool of myself today. I have to stop getting in the way of investigations. That's what Ash said, and it's proving true here too. Still, Hank doesn't hold it against me, at least.
I went to talk to him and he confided in me about something horrible. At least I could be a shoulder for him, too. One day, I would like to show him Luxbourne. Without all that nonsense. With everyone safe, and happy. If I could take him and Connor there, I would be so happy.
It's nice, to have this kind of support here. I couldn't even tell my own parents about Isabelle, and yet here I've opened up everything to Hank. He's helping me to keep going.


He's dead. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know how to keep Connor from making a mistake. It's all spiraling out of control.


A fucking hat killed him and
Oh, Hank I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm trying so hard, but I don't know if I can do this.

You're still out there, right? I swear, I'll find a way to show you Luxbourne. I will. Just hold on.