Hank isn’t complaining. He is quiet. Still wondering what he’s gotten himself into when he again has to shut off that train of thought. Nope. Hand holding only in this head, now. And sharks, kind of. But mostly the warmth of Connor’s hand, the softness; the strangeness of feeling someone against Hank’s hand like this.
He thinks, too, about how Connor’s leaning on him now. And he tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything, again, but it feels... nice. Warm. Like something Hank has needed for years and years and yet hasn’t found again, after he lost Cole. Hasn’t let himself look for.
Comfort. From another person. It’s weird.
Hank turns ever so slightly toward Connor, lips brushing his hair before he turns back in a rush. He didn’t mean to do that — but what did he mean, then?
It’s Hank: the one making this excruciatingly weird. He sucks in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]
[Connor likes watching the movie like this. Not ones with sharks in them, but with company. And especially with such lovely company. Hank is warm in his hand, beneath his cheek. He feels Hank shift and then a brush of his hair. Connor glances up with curiosity.]
[He’s almost surprised Connor hasn’t marched out of here by now. Hank hasn’t done anything like this in years, and part of him is still awaiting that dreadful “sike!”]
It’s good. [Being with Connor, he means. Touching another person.
He tries to maneuver his free hand over to the popcorn — neither wanting to let go of Connor’s hand nor get said hand all greasy — and as he does so, Hank knocks a bit of popcorn in Connor’s lap.
Oh! [Connor looks down at the popcorn but isn't too worried. He grabs the couple pieces from his lap and happily chews them. He nudges the popcorn bucket closer before taking a couple of fresh fluffs of popcorn and holds them up for Hank to eat.]
Uh. Yeah. [Not that popcorn is exactly filling, but Hank’ll take it.] Guess you could say that.
[He reaches for the popcorn. Shoving it into his mouth as he chews slowly.
It’s nice that no one has shushed them… yet. The theater is, understandably, mostly empty. Whether that’s because people aren’t in the mood for a movie, or they aren’t up for “Sharknado,” specifically — who knows.
Whispered incredulously:] The fuck is this movie, Connor?
Weird fuckin’ premise for a movie. [Not like Jaws, exactly.] This is a “classic?”
[It’ll pass the time, though — and with Connor. Hank hopes Sumo isn’t chewing up the seats in his truck again, but that’s just a risk he’s willing to take right now. Should still be all tuckered out from his bath.]
Well, damn. Then you must know all the twists. [Does “Sharknado” have a riveting plot?? Somehow Hank doubts it.] Not gonna spoil this classic for me, I hope.
[Hank’s just teasing. Doesn’t particularly care, seeing as how he’s not really here for the movie at all.
Reaching for another handful of popcorn now, this time not spilling it all over Connor. An improvement over the last awkward slip!]
Uh huh. Gonna make me suffer through however many hours of — [Hank shoots a cursory glance toward the large screen] — sharks in tornadoes.
[He hopes his sarcasm is coming across, although he knows it’s not exactly endearing — to most people, anyway. But Connor doesn’t really seem like most people.]
[Which is, perhaps, a tragic attempt at a silly little flirt, because Hank doesn’t know much about Connor. Not beyond the fact that he’s sweet on Hank — for whatever reason.]
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[Why is Connor being so...! Cute! Affectionate!!
Hank isn’t complaining. He is quiet. Still wondering what he’s gotten himself into when he again has to shut off that train of thought. Nope. Hand holding only in this head, now. And sharks, kind of. But mostly the warmth of Connor’s hand, the softness; the strangeness of feeling someone against Hank’s hand like this.
He thinks, too, about how Connor’s leaning on him now. And he tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything, again, but it feels... nice. Warm. Like something Hank has needed for years and years and yet hasn’t found again, after he lost Cole. Hasn’t let himself look for.
Comfort. From another person. It’s weird.
Hank turns ever so slightly toward Connor, lips brushing his hair before he turns back in a rush. He didn’t mean to do that — but what did he mean, then?
It’s Hank: the one making this excruciatingly weird. He sucks in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]
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Is everything alright, Hank?
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[A muffled:] Fine.
[He’s almost surprised Connor hasn’t marched out of here by now. Hank hasn’t done anything like this in years, and part of him is still awaiting that dreadful “sike!”]
It’s good. [Being with Connor, he means. Touching another person.
He tries to maneuver his free hand over to the popcorn — neither wanting to let go of Connor’s hand nor get said hand all greasy — and as he does so, Hank knocks a bit of popcorn in Connor’s lap.
Oops.]
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Hungry?
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Uh. Yeah. [Not that popcorn is exactly filling, but Hank’ll take it.] Guess you could say that.
[He reaches for the popcorn. Shoving it into his mouth as he chews slowly.
It’s nice that no one has shushed them… yet. The theater is, understandably, mostly empty. Whether that’s because people aren’t in the mood for a movie, or they aren’t up for “Sharknado,” specifically — who knows.
Whispered incredulously:] The fuck is this movie, Connor?
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It's about sharks that end up in a tornado and then terrorize people.
[He can't help but find it a hilarious choice. There's only one film at a time in these cinemas, he assumes, but they of course got Sharknado.]
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Weird fuckin’ premise for a movie. [Not like Jaws, exactly.] This is a “classic?”
[It’ll pass the time, though — and with Connor. Hank hopes Sumo isn’t chewing up the seats in his truck again, but that’s just a risk he’s willing to take right now. Should still be all tuckered out from his bath.]
You seen this before?
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[Back before he came into trucking.]
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Well, damn. Then you must know all the twists. [Does “Sharknado” have a riveting plot?? Somehow Hank doubts it.] Not gonna spoil this classic for me, I hope.
[Hank’s just teasing. Doesn’t particularly care, seeing as how he’s not really here for the movie at all.
Reaching for another handful of popcorn now, this time not spilling it all over Connor. An improvement over the last awkward slip!]
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[Especially not as Hank is so close when he's reaching. There's a slight blush that picks up over Connor's cheeks as he watches Hank move.]
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Uh huh. Gonna make me suffer through however many hours of — [Hank shoots a cursory glance toward the large screen] — sharks in tornadoes.
[He hopes his sarcasm is coming across, although he knows it’s not exactly endearing — to most people, anyway. But Connor doesn’t really seem like most people.]
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[Connor corrects with a smile. Hank's torture will be over sooner than he thinks.]
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Ninety minutes of sharks in tornadoes, huh.
[Hank fakes a sigh. Squeezes Connor’s hand.]
Good thing I’ve got such excellent company, then.
[Which is, perhaps, a tragic attempt at a silly little flirt, because Hank doesn’t know much about Connor. Not beyond the fact that he’s sweet on Hank — for whatever reason.]
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The best company, really.
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[A small smile curls on Hank’s lips as he watches the movie.]
Oh, yeah? Thought the implication was there already.