[Connor sliding up next to him is one thing; it’s like they just snap together. As inconvenient as it is, trying to pull away just makes Hank tired.
But then he hears that word coming out of Connor’s mouth, and it’s like a record scratch.]
Connor, what the fuck?
[Hank is mishearing things. Obviously. Connor did not just call him “daddy.”]
Do you even know what that — you know what? No. [Tugging his arm back ever so slightly but now that Connor’s next to him, it’s as if there’s no give.] Just had to go and get your hands on that stupid card, huh? Just had to do it.
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[Connor sliding up next to him is one thing; it’s like they just snap together. As inconvenient as it is, trying to pull away just makes Hank tired.
But then he hears that word coming out of Connor’s mouth, and it’s like a record scratch.]
Connor, what the fuck?
[Hank is mishearing things. Obviously. Connor did not just call him “daddy.”]
Do you even know what that — you know what? No. [Tugging his arm back ever so slightly but now that Connor’s next to him, it’s as if there’s no give.] Just had to go and get your hands on that stupid card, huh? Just had to do it.