[Hank watches Connor, trying to commit that smile to memory. And human memories fade with time, but he’ll remember this.
He raises his own fork to his mouth, eyes widening. The cake is sweet and boozy.]
Damn. [Hank lets the flavors settle on his tongue before swallowing.] I’ve never had a whiskey cake before, y’know.
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Date: 2025-02-26 04:06 am (UTC)[Hank watches Connor, trying to commit that smile to memory. And human memories fade with time, but he’ll remember this.
He raises his own fork to his mouth, eyes widening. The cake is sweet and boozy.]
Damn. [Hank lets the flavors settle on his tongue before swallowing.] I’ve never had a whiskey cake before, y’know.