[There's a tiny smile on Hank's face. The type that if you blink or if you watch closely, you think it's just an illusion. Briefly, he brings Connor closer with a movement of his hand.]
Yeah uh...least I could do.
[Hank Anderson has problems with 'you're welcome'.]
Guess we made sure the other kept themselves alive, in a way.
[Connor sees that tiny smile and gives his own in return. It’s not quite as effortless as he’s used to, though. Smiling is somehow harder.
He links their fingers together, rubbing his thumb affectionately across Hank’s skin. This is what he needed. Some time to repair the Bond that had been tampered with. Physical contact is the fastest way to do that.]
Thank you for this, too. It’s making me feel better.
[He lets Connor lead tonight, not wanting to deny him anything. Maybe there was some guilt involved in there as well, but after such a hardship, it was nice to at least attempt to relax. Besides, even he had to admit that it felt nice.]
Yeah...I'm just glad it can help in some way.
[He'd need to study more. Find better ways to fight back. So shit like this didn't happen again.]
[He'd been convinced that nothing would make him feel better, but as it turns out just some time with Hank is doing a pretty good job. The heat from both Hank and Sumo on either side of him is comforting, though maybe the drool pooling on his knee where Sumo is eyeing up that sandwich is less pleasant.]
Please eat your sandwich before Sumo causes my tail to grow again.
[Taken out of the moment, he gives the dog a daggerous look as he quickly plops the remaining pieces of the food in his mouth, trying his best not to choke himself. Sumo whines at the loss of his food but Hank tosses him a tiny bit of the bread at him, so that the slobbering can at least be confined to the couch.]
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Yeah uh...least I could do.
[Hank Anderson has problems with 'you're welcome'.]
Guess we made sure the other kept themselves alive, in a way.
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[Connor sees that tiny smile and gives his own in return. It’s not quite as effortless as he’s used to, though. Smiling is somehow harder.
He links their fingers together, rubbing his thumb affectionately across Hank’s skin. This is what he needed. Some time to repair the Bond that had been tampered with. Physical contact is the fastest way to do that.]
Thank you for this, too. It’s making me feel better.
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Yeah...I'm just glad it can help in some way.
[He'd need to study more. Find better ways to fight back. So shit like this didn't happen again.]
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[He'd been convinced that nothing would make him feel better, but as it turns out just some time with Hank is doing a pretty good job. The heat from both Hank and Sumo on either side of him is comforting, though maybe the drool pooling on his knee where Sumo is eyeing up that sandwich is less pleasant.]
Please eat your sandwich before Sumo causes my tail to grow again.
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[Taken out of the moment, he gives the dog a daggerous look as he quickly plops the remaining pieces of the food in his mouth, trying his best not to choke himself. Sumo whines at the loss of his food but Hank tosses him a tiny bit of the bread at him, so that the slobbering can at least be confined to the couch.]
Urgh...sorry.