Hank is squinting at the movie screen, trying to wrap his head around the logic of it all: Connor, not the movie. He understands what Connor is aiming for here — with the hand thing, at least — but what he doesn’t understand is why.
It’s hard to just let himself go and embrace the evening’s whimsy. Sure, a cute, much younger guy is... being flirty. It’s just that — not as if they’ll see each other again after this.
Hank sighs: because he’s tired of fighting with himself. It’s one night.]
I do want, yeah. [He says this in a whisper — something he didn’t have to bother vocalizing, seeing as how he reaches for Connor’s hand. Awkwardly laying his palm flat atop Connor’s, just feeling him — because, really, how is this real? — before he’s curling his fingers between his.]
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Date: 2025-02-11 01:47 am (UTC)[It’s just there. For his hand.
Hank is squinting at the movie screen, trying to wrap his head around the logic of it all: Connor, not the movie. He understands what Connor is aiming for here — with the hand thing, at least — but what he doesn’t understand is why.
It’s hard to just let himself go and embrace the evening’s whimsy. Sure, a cute, much younger guy is... being flirty. It’s just that — not as if they’ll see each other again after this.
Hank sighs: because he’s tired of fighting with himself. It’s one night.]
I do want, yeah. [He says this in a whisper — something he didn’t have to bother vocalizing, seeing as how he reaches for Connor’s hand. Awkwardly laying his palm flat atop Connor’s, just feeling him — because, really, how is this real? — before he’s curling his fingers between his.]