[He’s got Hank feeling all useful, in the sense that at least Connor won’t have to do this, too.
But it’s just a plate and a fork and a glass, and...? The table still looks kind of naked. Hank doesn’t mind all his food touching, but he turns to grab a second plate, just in case, and —]
Goddamn it, Connor. [Hands!! In the oven again! This time Hank doesn’t rush him to the sink, but his heart still thunders with worry.] I am going to get you some oven mitts, I swear to god.
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Okay. [Nodding thoughtfully.] Yeah.
[He’s got Hank feeling all useful, in the sense that at least Connor won’t have to do this, too.
But it’s just a plate and a fork and a glass, and...? The table still looks kind of naked. Hank doesn’t mind all his food touching, but he turns to grab a second plate, just in case, and —]
Goddamn it, Connor. [Hands!! In the oven again! This time Hank doesn’t rush him to the sink, but his heart still thunders with worry.] I am going to get you some oven mitts, I swear to god.