[This really isn't making him understand the situation any better. If he were in a better state of mind (i.e. not intoxicated) he'd ask to see that palm anyway, because glass plus human skin tended to equal something unsavory. As it is
Hawkeye sighs. Long-suffering and defeated like only he can do.] Please don't try and make me feel better. You're terrible at it. [Miserable, like he knows Frank is. Is supposed to be.
And then
it's like-- if he was a dog, his ears would be perking up, yknow?] Not the sharpest tool in that shed either, are you? [Rhetorical question, shut up, give him a second and... that dangerous gleam is back in Hawkeye's gaze. It might make a better impression if his face wasn't sideways on the table but whatever. It's the sort of look Hawkeye gets before he's about to say something incredibly brilliant] You know... [or stupid.] I bet I know why you do all those grunting sounds and all other ape-like behaviors.
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Hawkeye sighs. Long-suffering and defeated like only he can do.] Please don't try and make me feel better. You're terrible at it. [Miserable, like he knows Frank is. Is supposed to be.
And then
it's like-- if he was a dog, his ears would be perking up, yknow?] Not the sharpest tool in that shed either, are you? [Rhetorical question, shut up, give him a second and... that dangerous gleam is back in Hawkeye's gaze. It might make a better impression if his face wasn't sideways on the table but whatever. It's the sort of look Hawkeye gets before he's about to say something incredibly brilliant] You know... [or stupid.] I bet I know why you do all those grunting sounds and all other ape-like behaviors.