Klaus, a zen pillow-thrower. How rude. After fumbling the catch, Hardison pointedly shoves it behind himself as reparation for his pain and suffering. Pain and suffering looks a lot like it's made with corduroy.
"Wh- can I control the fact that I'm funny and you happened to be in range?"
It's not redirecting military resources to track them and swoop in to send everyone home through the stargate or whatever, but he'd probably put it at about equal importance. Hardison: 1 sort of laugh. Trauma town: about a billion traumas. He's still calling it a win. Enough of one to soften out his tone.
"You were by yourself and you looked sad, man. I dunno, fixing the first thing usually helps some with the second for me."
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"Wh- can I control the fact that I'm funny and you happened to be in range?"
It's not redirecting military resources to track them and swoop in to send everyone home through the stargate or whatever, but he'd probably put it at about equal importance. Hardison: 1 sort of laugh. Trauma town: about a billion traumas. He's still calling it a win. Enough of one to soften out his tone.
"You were by yourself and you looked sad, man. I dunno, fixing the first thing usually helps some with the second for me."