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[Hank takes Connor's hand and walks with him. It's good at least seeing a hint of that smile again. And hearing him talk a little bit more.]

You know, I mentioned to one of the new guys that you work at the Pokecenter. Isaac played with the guy's skitty for a little while.

[It's just casual talk as he walks beside him, but he wants to remind Connor that, happy or not, he is doing things. He's socializing with people that aren't megalomaniacs. He's trying.]

Almost told him about the time they sent you the wrong uniform because the topic of the authority wear came up but for obvious reasons I didn't.

[He can't help but flush a little thinking back on that. It's a good kind of flush, though.]

He might have asked what we did with it, and I'm not sure you could keep a straight face after that.

[He seems more cheerful thinking about it, though. There's even something a little playful about the way he looks over at Hank again.]

Bold of you to assume that I could keep a straight face anyway. [He grins back at him, that lop-sided, gap-toothed, irritating thing returning to his expression.]

[He absolutely had started grinning, against every iron nerve in his body.]

[The grin makes Connor lean into him as they walk. He loves that stupid, lop-sided, gap-toothed grin.]

I love you, you know that?

[So much that it hurts sometimes, as he'd already told Hank previously.]

I know Connor. [He holds him against his side.]

Never doubted. Not even once. [He assures him again.] It's still nice to hear because I'm a fuckin' glutton for approval. So keep saying that if you want to. I'm not going to argue.

I’ll keep saying it.

[As they reach the house again he lets go of Hank to open the door, putting Crockett back inside its ball to take it into the house. Once inside he lets it out again, and it makes a few noises and floats into the next room. Connor starts to shed his outdoor clothes again, and promptly tucks himself underneath a blanket on the couch. He doesn’t want to take any hot chocolate into the bedroom incase it spills.]

[When Hank notices that Connor is on the couch with a blanket rather than in the bedroom, he detours after putting the milk on to heat. Instead he goes and finds Connie, and whispers something to her. Because goddammit she owes him after that stunt she pulled, and she's a level 100 Floette. She should be capable of some shit, thanks.]

[Then he returns to the stove, adds powder, stirring until the cocoa is warm enough, fills two mugs with it and some marshmallows and comes and finds Connor.]

[He offers him his mug before he sits beside him and pulls his android burrito boyfriend closer.]

[He leans into Hank and sips at his drink idly, making a face when he realises it’s too hot right now. Then he closes his eyes, comfortable resting against Hank like this. He’s warming up nicely.]

This is nice.

[Just sitting together with hot chocolate and blankets. Of course after he’s had his drink he’s about ready for bed, so he shifts and sets his empty mug down and untangles himself from the blanket. He holds his hand out for Hank to take before he starts towards the bedroom.]

[As Hank is rubbing Connor's arm, keeping him by his side, and sipping at his cocoa that's warming his belly, there's a tiny Floette going apeshit in the bedroom. She uses her vine whip to make spirals and viny patterns grow up the corners of the walls. She bursts them into bloom. She lines the top of the headboard in a pretty display of full flowers. She even puts blue petals around the base of their end-table lamp.]

[It only takes those few minutes, and maybe it would have meant more if Hank did it himself rather than send her while he kept Connor occupied, but the display is very pretty by the time they come back.]

[Tubbs. Hasn't. Moved.]

[Hank doesn't say anything, he just waits for Connor's reaction.]

[Connor blinks at the bedroom, then at Hank, before moving to trace his fingers along the little vines patterned on the wall. For a moment he’s speechless, but then he smiles and moves to kiss Hank softly.]

It’s very romantic.

[At least, he thinks it is. He doesn’t know much about romance besides what he sees on TV, so he’s developing some pretty cliche tastes.]

[He gets to clean this shit up while Connor's at work tomorrow!]

I love you. [He struggles to not add something pithy or sassy onto that. Instead, he just pulls him closer, right up against his chest. Then he hauls him up in his arms to take him over to the bed, because he can get away with that right now and that's good cliche romance too, right?]

[Connor makes a small sound of surprise as he’s lifted, but clings to Hank’s shoulders and glows under the attention. There’s still a part of him that’s sad about Hank’s views towards this place, but he can push that aside right now as Hank carries him to the bed. When he’s set down again he pulls Hank close, threading his fingers through his hair and going in for a kiss.]

I love you too, Hank.

[He’s a lucky man, it feels like. To think he started life without emotions and now he’s feeling all of this, it’s hard to wrap his head around sometimes.]

[He stays looming over him for a moment, nudging his nose, before he climbs in and pulls the covers up over them.]

Get some sleep. We'll do something nice tomorrow.

[Then, dimly, he asks.]

Wait, did you take the day off or am I meeting up with you after work? [He honestly forgot, forgive him.]

[He cuddles in close to Hank, smiling slightly at his forgetfulness.]

I took the day off.

[It was going to be his first Valentine’s Day, it was important to him.]

[Hank puts his arm around him and hugs him too him (small advantages of being with someone slightly built, he can pull him up against him like a warm teddy bear).]

Alright, then we're sleeping in late and then doing something nice tomorrow. [That sounds good, right? Right.]

That sounds nice.

[And within minutes he's asleep, breathing softly against Hank's chest. The next day he wakes earlier than Hank, and decides to wake him up nicely for once. He slips out of bed and makes him some coffee, sets it on the nightstand beside him, and then climbs over him and starts pressing kisses into his hair.]

Hank? Hank, it's time to wake up. I made you coffee.

HANK🠵

ADORING

[Hank's nose twitches in his sleep, even as Connor's sitting the coffee down. But then Connor is there, kissing his hair, and Hank grunts happily and rolls onto his side with him, cuddling him close.]

So much for sleeping in, huh? [He says blearily, without opening his eyes, and rubs his beard against Connor's cheek.]

[He's learning how to properly wake someone up, at least. He lets Hank pull him close again, and smiles as Hank's beard brushes against his cheek.]

I couldn't sleep any more.

[He winds his arms around the other man though, happy to cuddle for a bit.]

Biological clock got you set to early hours, huh? [He says, before noisily kissing that cheek. And it's in the middle of noisily kissing that cheek that Tubbs puts his head on the bed, right within Hank's field of view, because he would like food please. Wake up, food giver.]

[Hank pauses mid-noisy loving, before groaning and reaching for the coffee.]

You're a spoil sport, Tubbs.

I guess so.

[He snorts quietly at the noisy kissing, but rolls onto his back and lays there as Hank goes for his coffee. Admittedly, he's caught between wanting to get dressed and wanting an early morning romp, but ultimately he decides to slide back out of bed and start looking for clothes. Maybe trying to start something when the dog is looking at them hungrily isn't the best idea.]

I'll feed you, Tubbs. Let Hank wake up a little first.

Mmmhmmme

[Hank makes indeterminate "I have coffee in my mouth" noises that are generally meant to be words of gratitude, but are sort of lost in a swallow of caffeinated goodness. He's forever marveling at how fucking graceful Connor is, even in dressing.]

[He knows he's a clod in comparison, and he finally gets up with a grunt to start getting ready.]

No one's ever taken you to a movie before, have they?

[The noise makes Connor turn around and smile, amused, as he buttons up his shirt.]

No, they haven't.

[He checks himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and straightening his collar.]

Are we going to go see one?

You look fine. [Hank calls over as he's checking himself in the mirror, charmed retrospectively at the bizarre memory of the first time he saw Connor doing that in a two-way mirror.]

Speaking of which, you want to pick out my outfit for me? Figure it's our day, you should get to pick how I dress.

[He stalls with his own choices. Because it seems like this might be the best route.]

[He checks his hair one last time, making sure that little strand of hair is falling in just the right way, then turns to look at Hank. Well... dressing Hank is easy enough, even if his clothes are all terrible. Connor rummages around in the closet and tries to find something that isn't a nightmare clash of patterns and colours. Eventually he comes up with something, even if it isn't ideal it's at least cute.]

Wear this. With these black pants.

[He sets them out on the bed and makes a point of brushing his fingers over Hank's stomach as he passes. They can't do anything right now but he's in one of those moods where he just teases Hank for no good reason, made obvious by the slight smirk he has as he glances back at him.]

I'll wait for you in the living room.

[He has Pokemon to feed. Right on cue, a terrible snorting noise comes from outside the door, signalling Odette is hungry.]

You picked this one for the Bulbasaurs, didn't you? [He chuckles at Connor, up until the point his fingers brush his stomach and his heavy brow furrows a little. That sort of challenging, "Boy, you know exactly what you are up to, don't you?"]

[In the meantime, though, he dresses, puts on the shirt, picks a nice warm jacket, chooses his nicer shoes.]

[Connie erupts from his discarded shirt on the bed and helicopters away on her flower when she smells food, which nearly startles him into throwing that shoe. Connor can probably hear his surprised shout.]

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