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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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[instabilitatem]

[Connor listens, eyes focused on Hank as he talks. He's not quite sure how to let go of his hate for Alrys, of the borderline glee for learning of her death. He understands that Hank wants better for him, but how does he get there?]

How do I do that?

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It’s gonna be different for everyone. For me, I, y’know — [taking his hands from Connor’s shoulders now] — I met you.

But you’re real special, and it’s not like we can just ask Aurora-Echo-whoever to plop down someone as good as you, anyway. What I want for you is to be open: to ideas, conversation, people.

Don’t — [very “do as I say, not as I do” here] — keep shit inside. Let love in, Connor.

[A pause, and then:] I like it when you paint. When you had all those new clothes. I like it when you smile. What I’m saying is to focus on those sorts of things. I don’t want anger to define you, Connor. You’re too... y’know.

i never get to use this icon so here you go

[instabilitatem]

[A small smile quirks the corner of Connor's mouth as Hank mentions him. He watches Hank and nods in a couple places. He also enjoys painting and wearing new clothes and cooking and all those new experiences. He supposes he didn't realize he had this other part of him that wanted to hurt others.

He pauses to consider Hank's words before nodding.]

I enjoy painting.

THE LICKER!!!!

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I know you do. Makes me real happy to see your stuff, Connor. We can cover the walls, yeah? And then... Well. Suppose we’ll figure that out once we get there.

[Maybe some people in Etraya might want some paintings, if Connor might be willing to give any up.]

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[Connor smiles back at Hank and nods.] We'll cover the walls.

[It sounds easy, like he simply continues painting and life goes on.]