[Hank’s gone and pissed Connor off for the millionth time, thereabouts.
He’s bad at this. So goddamn bad. Why can’t he ever say the right thing? Do the right thing? Why can’t he magically figure out what Connor needs to hear and fucking say it?
Hank cares about everyone else, sure. He doesn’t want anyone to die. Doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. And yeah, maybe he would let one of Connor’s friends slug him — but preferably where Connor couldn't see because goddamn has the guy been through enough.
Everyone else can hate him. That’s fine — even when it’s not. He’s not exactly a likeable guy.
But Connor is different. If there’s one person on Etraya that Hank needs to believe in him... it’s Connor.
Hank rolls over in bed. Groaning. Setting down his stupid earpiece because he needs to stop getting into arguments with people on the network.
They’re never going to understand. And Hank will just have to deal with that. But Connor — him not understanding Hank is what hurts.
He’s getting up to splash some water on his face, get a drink of something that isn’t whiskey, when he sees Connor on the couch.
Connor said he wanted to spend some time with Sumo. Hank should respect that. And it’s not as if he has anything helpful to say, anyway.
Looking at the back of Connor’s head, though... Hank really misses his smile.]
You, uh — [clearing his throat as he stands awkwardly in the hallway] — you doing okay?
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Date: 2025-03-08 05:03 am (UTC)[Hank’s gone and pissed Connor off for the millionth time, thereabouts.
He’s bad at this. So goddamn bad. Why can’t he ever say the right thing? Do the right thing? Why can’t he magically figure out what Connor needs to hear and fucking say it?
Hank cares about everyone else, sure. He doesn’t want anyone to die. Doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. And yeah, maybe he would let one of Connor’s friends slug him — but preferably where Connor couldn't see because goddamn has the guy been through enough.
Everyone else can hate him. That’s fine — even when it’s not. He’s not exactly a likeable guy.
But Connor is different. If there’s one person on Etraya that Hank needs to believe in him... it’s Connor.
Hank rolls over in bed. Groaning. Setting down his stupid earpiece because he needs to stop getting into arguments with people on the network.
They’re never going to understand. And Hank will just have to deal with that. But Connor — him not understanding Hank is what hurts.
He’s getting up to splash some water on his face, get a drink of something that isn’t whiskey, when he sees Connor on the couch.
Connor said he wanted to spend some time with Sumo. Hank should respect that. And it’s not as if he has anything helpful to say, anyway.
Looking at the back of Connor’s head, though... Hank really misses his smile.]
You, uh — [clearing his throat as he stands awkwardly in the hallway] — you doing okay?