You want an essay, Connor? I’m like a broken record over here. [Said not unkindly, although somewhat dismissive.
Hank has said this all a million times, and he isn’t exactly a fan of repeating himself — especially when it’s for things like this, things that make him feel vulnerable.
But it’s Connor, so:]
You know I want you to be safe. Which is why — [a little side glance toward Connor] — I wish you’d tell me if something happened. If you got hurt. How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me?
[Not that Hank has been great at helping Connor, anyway. He’s been so focused on the here and now, Connor right here in front of him, that Connor had to go and make that list of Hank’s failures. The guy doesn’t even have bedsheets or spare clothes, for fuck’s sake.]
And I want you happy. So I like that you’re, y’know — [gesturing to Connor’s painting with a nod] — like that you’re painting. I like that a lot.
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You want an essay, Connor? I’m like a broken record over here. [Said not unkindly, although somewhat dismissive.
Hank has said this all a million times, and he isn’t exactly a fan of repeating himself — especially when it’s for things like this, things that make him feel vulnerable.
But it’s Connor, so:]
You know I want you to be safe. Which is why — [a little side glance toward Connor] — I wish you’d tell me if something happened. If you got hurt. How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me?
[Not that Hank has been great at helping Connor, anyway. He’s been so focused on the here and now, Connor right here in front of him, that Connor had to go and make that list of Hank’s failures. The guy doesn’t even have bedsheets or spare clothes, for fuck’s sake.]
And I want you happy. So I like that you’re, y’know — [gesturing to Connor’s painting with a nod] — like that you’re painting. I like that a lot.