First time, huh. [Hank crosses his arms, an attempt to be all sauve. Bag hanging from his arm with his towel and everything.] Yeah, I’ve been to Portland before. Not here, but... around.
[Years ago. The intent had been to spend most of their trip at the coast — him and Cole — but Cole wanted to spend more time in Portland on their way back, so they did.
Rainy. Gray.
Hank still has all the shells Cole got on that trip.
His gaze is a little faraway, distant, as he thinks about his son. But then his eyes snap back to Connor.
Connor and his everything. There’s something about his face that almost makes Hank want to touch him: his jaw, his lips.
Almost.]
Do you make a habit of chatting up old men at truck stops, or is it just me? [Asked gruffly. Better to nip this interaction — whatever this is — in the bud.]
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Date: 2025-02-05 11:57 pm (UTC)First time, huh. [Hank crosses his arms, an attempt to be all sauve. Bag hanging from his arm with his towel and everything.] Yeah, I’ve been to Portland before. Not here, but... around.
[Years ago. The intent had been to spend most of their trip at the coast — him and Cole — but Cole wanted to spend more time in Portland on their way back, so they did.
Rainy. Gray.
Hank still has all the shells Cole got on that trip.
His gaze is a little faraway, distant, as he thinks about his son. But then his eyes snap back to Connor.
Connor and his everything. There’s something about his face that almost makes Hank want to touch him: his jaw, his lips.
Almost.]
Do you make a habit of chatting up old men at truck stops, or is it just me? [Asked gruffly. Better to nip this interaction — whatever this is — in the bud.]