[ connor swallows around something in his throat, his eyes stinging abruptly. the surge of emotion takes him off guard, but he can't help it. he feels guilty, guilty enough to want to cry about it, no matter how unbecoming that is. thankfully, hank can't see his face, and even if he could it wouldn't be obvious. smooth, white plastic holds no evidence.
he just keeps saying the wrong things, doing the wrong things— asking for too much. he holds onto hank a little harder, resting his cheek against his hair.
after a few minutes, he reactivates his skin. it doesn't matter anymore. ]
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he just keeps saying the wrong things, doing the wrong things— asking for too much. he holds onto hank a little harder, resting his cheek against his hair.
after a few minutes, he reactivates his skin. it doesn't matter anymore. ]
It's okay, Hank. Everything's going to be okay.