[Hank squints at him. Bits of asparagus stuck to the corner of his mouth.]
So you’re... what? Gonna have a single sip? Not gonna chug the whole bottle?
[Like how Hank does. And he looks down at his plate guiltily: all the food. The arrangement of it. Hank would just pile everything onto a plate and call it a day.]
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Date: 2025-03-11 03:01 am (UTC)[Hank squints at him. Bits of asparagus stuck to the corner of his mouth.]
So you’re... what? Gonna have a single sip? Not gonna chug the whole bottle?
[Like how Hank does. And he looks down at his plate guiltily: all the food. The arrangement of it. Hank would just pile everything onto a plate and call it a day.]
It’s good, Connor. Real good. Thank you.