[ Hank definitely has the smell of something extra on him— something animalistic, kept suppressed, underneath the surface. He might also have lingering traces of another familiar scent on him. After all, he was on his way to wake up Logan when he ended up here at this party.

He looks over, frowning when it's just a kid who's approached him. He didn't get much time around younger students before they had to close down the school, but he still wouldn't want a child seeing a scene like the one he just witnessed.

Nervous fingers unpin the boutonniere from his lapel, dropping it to the grassy ground and stamping on it. ]

It's... fine. It hasn't happened to me yet, and... I'm going to try to do something to make sure it doesn't happen ever.