Well, what d’you know? Thirium blue, and... Hank yellow, yeah?
[He takes his hand back. Rubs behind his neck.]
It’s nice, Connor. Could really see the walls covered in stuff like this.
[Which makes Hank, predictably, think of Cole: how he has none of his drawings here, and how finite they would be even if he did.
His soft smile turns to a frown for a moment before he catches himself. Bringing the smile back because, really, he’s happy for Connor.]
Glad you’re having fun. Really.
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Date: 2025-05-13 05:55 pm (UTC)Well, what d’you know? Thirium blue, and... Hank yellow, yeah?
[He takes his hand back. Rubs behind his neck.]
It’s nice, Connor. Could really see the walls covered in stuff like this.
[Which makes Hank, predictably, think of Cole: how he has none of his drawings here, and how finite they would be even if he did.
His soft smile turns to a frown for a moment before he catches himself. Bringing the smile back because, really, he’s happy for Connor.]
Glad you’re having fun. Really.