[Not that either of them had power over that, really.
For a while, Hank just listens to Connor’s heart. The pump thingy, sure. But it’s his heart.
Then he’s sighing. Pulling back because he shouldn’t be so goddamn selfish. What if his hands slipped and he hurt Connor again? Stupid.
But it was nice. To let himself feel for a moment. To let himself breathe.
Now Sumo is reclaiming Connor’s leg as his headrest, slobbering to stake his claim.]
Sorry. [Hank’s knees ache a little as he stands, and — Christ, he isn’t that old. Just out of shape, he swears.
A little of both, really.]
Didn’t mean to get all weird on you. Anyway. [Hank looks away. Gesturing down the hall.] There’s a second bedroom. Isn’t furnished, but we can — I mean, I’ll do it. You can pick out whatever sometime, and we can get it all ready for you.
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Can’t get rid of me that easily, Connor.
[Not that either of them had power over that, really.
For a while, Hank just listens to Connor’s heart. The pump thingy, sure. But it’s his heart.
Then he’s sighing. Pulling back because he shouldn’t be so goddamn selfish. What if his hands slipped and he hurt Connor again? Stupid.
But it was nice. To let himself feel for a moment. To let himself breathe.
Now Sumo is reclaiming Connor’s leg as his headrest, slobbering to stake his claim.]
Sorry. [Hank’s knees ache a little as he stands, and — Christ, he isn’t that old. Just out of shape, he swears.
A little of both, really.]
Didn’t mean to get all weird on you. Anyway. [Hank looks away. Gesturing down the hall.] There’s a second bedroom. Isn’t furnished, but we can — I mean, I’ll do it. You can pick out whatever sometime, and we can get it all ready for you.