[The moment Connor says he’s okay, Hank squeezes his mostly-gone milkshake. Hears the plastic squeak as he grips too hard. Brow furrowing while he waits for Connor to parse through his thoughts.
That spinny yellow thing Connor’s LED does makes Hank nervous more often than not. It doesn’t even have to mean something bad — thinking is fine! Thinking is good! — but Hank still worries.
This guy is going to be the death of him with how much he makes Hank worry.]
Jesus, Connor.
[Talking about never getting to see each other again saps the hunger right out of him. His burger suddenly looks like the most unappetizing thing he’s ever seen.]
I’m here now.
[The words feel so pathetic when he hears them aloud, but what more can he say? Hank is here. Connor is here. What more do they need beyond what they can see in front of them now?]
And I won’t be runnin’ headfirst into danger if you don’t, yeah?
[But knowing Connor... Hank sighs. This sure is a goddamn situation they’ve got themselves into, isn’t it?]
Fuck those people, Con.
[Doesn’t matter that Hank was suspicious of Connor once, too. He’s not now, and even if strangers being apprehensive makes sense — fuck them.]
You’ve got friends here, yeah? [This is how Hank chooses to parse there being “good people” here.] Sometimes all it takes is one. Just one person to believe in you, and then...
[He’s talking about Connor and Cole, all at once, and something about that makes his stomach twist: the guilt of not feeling like he’s worth being trusted or considered a friend, or cared about at all.
So he looks away again. Because he’s a coward.]
Just makes it easier, is what I’m saying. [A sigh, and then:] If anyone fucks with you, I’m gonna kick their ass. You know that, right?
[He knows Connor is perfectly capable of kicking asses, of course, but Hank wants Connor to know that he cares. Because what says friendship like threatening to beat up one’s enemies?]
you’re good, you’re golden! c:
[The moment Connor says he’s okay, Hank squeezes his mostly-gone milkshake. Hears the plastic squeak as he grips too hard. Brow furrowing while he waits for Connor to parse through his thoughts.
That spinny yellow thing Connor’s LED does makes Hank nervous more often than not. It doesn’t even have to mean something bad — thinking is fine! Thinking is good! — but Hank still worries.
This guy is going to be the death of him with how much he makes Hank worry.]
Jesus, Connor.
[Talking about never getting to see each other again saps the hunger right out of him. His burger suddenly looks like the most unappetizing thing he’s ever seen.]
I’m here now.
[The words feel so pathetic when he hears them aloud, but what more can he say? Hank is here. Connor is here. What more do they need beyond what they can see in front of them now?]
And I won’t be runnin’ headfirst into danger if you don’t, yeah?
[But knowing Connor... Hank sighs. This sure is a goddamn situation they’ve got themselves into, isn’t it?]
Fuck those people, Con.
[Doesn’t matter that Hank was suspicious of Connor once, too. He’s not now, and even if strangers being apprehensive makes sense — fuck them.]
You’ve got friends here, yeah? [This is how Hank chooses to parse there being “good people” here.] Sometimes all it takes is one. Just one person to believe in you, and then...
[He’s talking about Connor and Cole, all at once, and something about that makes his stomach twist: the guilt of not feeling like he’s worth being trusted or considered a friend, or cared about at all.
So he looks away again. Because he’s a coward.]
Just makes it easier, is what I’m saying. [A sigh, and then:] If anyone fucks with you, I’m gonna kick their ass. You know that, right?
[He knows Connor is perfectly capable of kicking asses, of course, but Hank wants Connor to know that he cares. Because what says friendship like threatening to beat up one’s enemies?]