His eyebrows go up at the words 'couple of gallons'. He's been casually trying to find out if thirium even exists here and he's never come up with anything - but he doesn't have that many connections here yet. More accurately, he has close to none. Maybe he should have been looking at the local drug dealers and not just the chemistry labs. If he ever loses a large amount of thirium, he'd need more - rather like a blood transfusion - but he's been trying not to think too much about it, given that there's nothing at all he can do about it.
But now here's a couple of gallons of it, being used for Red Ice.
He shakes off the irritation and, as Hank's hand taps his, he lets the skin slip away over his hand so their connection can open.
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But now here's a couple of gallons of it, being used for Red Ice.
He shakes off the irritation and, as Hank's hand taps his, he lets the skin slip away over his hand so their connection can open.