[Maybe Connor will be gone once Hank gets into the viewing area. He wouldn’t blame him, exactly — weird old guy giving mixed signals! — but...
Hank hopes he keeps that promise. With popcorn, soda, and chocolate in hand, he heads into the theater. It’s not so dark yet with the stupid little pre-movie ads playing on the screen, and Hank’s vision isn’t that bad.
He’s a little surprised to see Connor. A little happy, too: Hank avoids most people, spends long hours driving, but for now he can just pretend that he’s anything else. A man who hangs out with strangers at truck stops on the regular.]
Here’s your soda. [Hope you like root beer, Connor!! Hank hands him the cup before awkwardly shuffling past to sit beside him. Tub of popcorn in hand.]
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I’ll hold you to that.
[Maybe Connor will be gone once Hank gets into the viewing area. He wouldn’t blame him, exactly — weird old guy giving mixed signals! — but...
Hank hopes he keeps that promise. With popcorn, soda, and chocolate in hand, he heads into the theater. It’s not so dark yet with the stupid little pre-movie ads playing on the screen, and Hank’s vision isn’t that bad.
He’s a little surprised to see Connor. A little happy, too: Hank avoids most people, spends long hours driving, but for now he can just pretend that he’s anything else. A man who hangs out with strangers at truck stops on the regular.]
Here’s your soda. [Hope you like root beer, Connor!! Hank hands him the cup before awkwardly shuffling past to sit beside him. Tub of popcorn in hand.]
Do you wanna hold the popcorn, or should I...?