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USERNAME: HANK

Hank here. I probably don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to say. Leave me alone. How the hell do I get this damn thing to stop rec — [BEEP]

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I made sure to add the half dozen socks between the top sheet and the fitted sheet.

[He's not sure how that helps with sleep, but Connor also... doesn't sleep. He's just trying to at least look the part of human.]

I didn't think the beer bottles were required.

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The socks aren’t... aren’t necessary, Connor. Unless you like socks, I guess.

[A little weird, but no shame!!]

Sometimes I just lay down in bed and I’ll get all wrapped up in my blankets, and the socks just come off.

[It would help if Hank made his bed, but he doesn’t. Won’t.

Hank isn’t surprised that Connor found the beer bottles, but it’s still a little embarrassing. He rubs the tip of his nose, looking away.

Focusing back on the socks:] You use your socks or mine for your little project?

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Your socks. [Connor looks down at his sneakered feet.] I don't wear socks.

I can return them if you want.

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My socks.

[Hank has to blink at that.]

They were at least clean, right?

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I assume so. [Maybe? Maybe not? Connor is not a domestic model, he's still learning this stuff.]