[When Hank looks to him, Connor turns his gaze back down to his glass. He slings it back, swallowing his entire drink in one go and leaving only the ice behind.]
Another, please. [Connor nudges his glass back toward the bartender.]
[Real smooth, Hank! Real damn smooth. Not that he knows what he was trying to get out of that. A smile, maybe?
But no, Hank fucked that up.]
See ya around, Connor.
[He sighs. Goes back to drinking his beer. Turning on his stool to watch Connor start to head out.
Hank’s eyes flick over to meet the bartender's, and god, the little curl of a mocking smile on the guy’s lips.]
Yeah, yeah. I know. [Mumbled quietly against his glass:] Outta my league, anyway, even if I weren’t an asshole.
[And he’s not going to be weird about the movie thing. He’s not. But Hank shoots the bartendar another glance — brow raised at him as if to say “well? Go on” — before he’s heading after Connor.
Jesus Christ, if this isn’t the weirdest decision he’s made all day.]
Sure. Yeah. [A small smile creeps onto his face. Why not let himself pretend for an hour or so that he’s...? Someone anyone would want to watch a movie with.
He glances at that cute little vest once Connor’s stepped in front of him. Mentally swatting himself for looking at all.]
There any snacks you want?
[Hank has one hand tucked in his pocket, ready to beat Connor to pay this time...!]
[Hank doesn’t quite understand that smile, but its allure is what keeps him here. He thought it might feel like a win if he could see it again.
And it does. But now he wants to keep winning.]
You got it. [Hank slaps cash up on the counter!!] Can get anything else too, if you want.
[He really hadn’t expected this distraction, but it’s nice. Different. He’s sure — hopes — that Sumo won’t mind. Probably still napping after his bath.]
[Why is Connor looking at Hank like that!! He’s weak. Weak! The closest anyone’s got to smiling at Hank in the past week has been Sumo when he gives him his favorite jerky.]
Soda. Got it. [Root beer?! Root beer is good! Hank grabs some peanut butter M&M’s, too. Might as well be self-indulgent.] I’ll be in after the popcorn’s done, yeah? Don’t, uh — go too far.
[As if Hank might lose Connor in the theater that probably isn’t very big.]
Won't go far, promise. [Connor winks and then disappears through the doors of the cinema. He picks a seat not far from the back, sitting on the aisle so he can be easily found.]
[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.]
[Connor looks up when he hears footsteps in the cinema and smiles when he notices Hank.
He does indeed like root beer and accepts it with an even wider smile. He sets the cup into the cup holder and then looks over at the popcorn. What Connor wants most is to hold Hank’s hand through the movie, but how best to handle the popcorn so they can both eat it.I can hold it.
All right. I’m trusting you, then. [Handing the tub of popcorn to Connor, now.] Don’t go and eat it all.
[This is a stupid joke, and Hank doesn’t know why he says it. Eat the popcorn, Connor! Eat it all!! Hank will just go get more; will make him feel useful.
The lights of the theater dim as the last of the weird ads roll, and Hank sneaks a peek over at Connor. It was going to be weird, regardless of whoever ended up with the popcorn. But now it’s Hank who has to feel all awkward as he dives his hand in for some popcorn.
He doesn’t particularly like popcorn, but it’s a movie food. And it gets him chewing on something, rather than letting him stew with his thoughts of: “what the fuck am I doing here?”]
Of course not, Hank. [Connor winks and leans back in his seat a little.
The opening credits roll and Connor peeks over at Hank, taking in his profile and quietly adoring it. He doesn't mind Hank's age at all. In fact, he finds Hank quite charming and is curious as to what will happen next.
And what's happening next is Connor setting his hand, face up, on the arm rest between them. Will Hank take it?]
[Hank leans in close, whispers in his ear, and Connor's eyes flutter shut for a moment. His smile continues to brighten as he turns ever so slightly towards hank.]
It's there for your hand, if you want.
[Y'know, just a little cute hand holding if Hank is up for it.]
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.]
[Connor clasps his fingers around Hank's and squeezes. He's been tempted in the past to have a one-night fling, but never so as tempted as this night. After assuming he'd ruined it with his advance in the showers, Connor is more than pleased to be holding Hank's hand now.]
Is this alright?
[He does want to make sure that he's not making Hank uncomfortable.]
[More than fine, really, once Hank let himself take the leap. Even if it’s just Connor doing his good deed for the day, being nice to the grumpy old man at the truck stop, and —
No. He’s gotta stop thinking like that. Doesn’t matter if it’s true. Hank just needs to stop thinking.
So he does, and instead, he brushes his thumb against Connor’s hand. Softly; back and forth. And Hank is watching the movie now, sort of — mostly gawking because what the fuck is with these sharks?? — but holding Connor’s hand is better. More enjoyable.]
[Oh. Oh. This is nice. Connor leans in closer as they hold hands, eyes on the movie but his focus remains on Hank's hand, how his thumb moves across Connor's skin. Though there is an armrest between them, Connor leans closer yet, setting his head on Hank's shoulder. The popcorn remains in Connor's lap, but just barely as he gets settled.]
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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Date: 2025-02-08 03:43 am (UTC)I believe it.
[Hank gives him another long look, lingering on his face. Turning back to his beer.]
I imagine most people respond better to all that. [Unlike Hank.] Just — didn’t want to fuck up your shower. Or mine.
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Date: 2025-02-08 03:51 am (UTC)Another, please. [Connor nudges his glass back toward the bartender.]
My shower was not 'fucked up' by meeting you.
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Date: 2025-02-08 03:58 am (UTC)Huh. Well, that’s good. [Hank lets himself smile against his glass.] If I had fucked up your shower, I would’ve offered to buy you a drink.
[And he still might throw cash down before Connor can pay for himself, anyway. Who knows?]
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:08 am (UTC)When's the next movie start in the cinema? [Is that Connor brushing over Hank's reply? Why yes it is.]
In fifteen minutes. You may take your drink with you.
[His drink is slid back over to him and Connor nods.]
It was nice to meet you, Hank.
[And then he's sliding out of his seat to head off.]
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:25 am (UTC)[Real smooth, Hank! Real damn smooth. Not that he knows what he was trying to get out of that. A smile, maybe?
But no, Hank fucked that up.]
See ya around, Connor.
[He sighs. Goes back to drinking his beer. Turning on his stool to watch Connor start to head out.
Hank’s eyes flick over to meet the bartender's, and god, the little curl of a mocking smile on the guy’s lips.]
Yeah, yeah. I know. [Mumbled quietly against his glass:] Outta my league, anyway, even if I weren’t an asshole.
[And he’s not going to be weird about the movie thing. He’s not. But Hank shoots the bartendar another glance — brow raised at him as if to say “well? Go on” — before he’s heading after Connor.
Jesus Christ, if this isn’t the weirdest decision he’s made all day.]
What, uh, movie are you going to see?
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:31 am (UTC)Sharknado. A classic.
[Connor pauses, fidgets with his glass before looking up again.] Are you... coming to see it with me?
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:40 am (UTC)Heard of that. Haven’t seen it myself.
[Hank assumes it’s like Jaws. Also a classic!
But he notices the way Connor fidgets, so he says:]
Can leave you alone, if you’d prefer.
[Which is what he assumes Connor will want. Because who would want to hang out with an old asshole at a truck stop?
Hank lets himself play back Connor’s little “just you” in his head, though.]
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:42 am (UTC)[Connor looks hopeful, quietly filled with desire in his cute little vest.]
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:01 am (UTC)Sure. Yeah. [A small smile creeps onto his face. Why not let himself pretend for an hour or so that he’s...? Someone anyone would want to watch a movie with.
He glances at that cute little vest once Connor’s stepped in front of him. Mentally swatting himself for looking at all.]
There any snacks you want?
[Hank has one hand tucked in his pocket, ready to beat Connor to pay this time...!]
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Date: 2025-02-08 02:16 pm (UTC)Some popcorn?
[Connor's hand also drops into his pocket ! ! !]
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Date: 2025-02-08 02:41 pm (UTC)[Hank doesn’t quite understand that smile, but its allure is what keeps him here. He thought it might feel like a win if he could see it again.
And it does. But now he wants to keep winning.]
You got it. [Hank slaps cash up on the counter!!] Can get anything else too, if you want.
[He really hadn’t expected this distraction, but it’s nice. Different. He’s sure — hopes — that Sumo won’t mind. Probably still napping after his bath.]
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Date: 2025-02-08 03:03 pm (UTC)And a soda.
[He continues to beam at Hank.]
I’ll get us seats?
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Date: 2025-02-08 03:12 pm (UTC)[Why is Connor looking at Hank like that!! He’s weak. Weak! The closest anyone’s got to smiling at Hank in the past week has been Sumo when he gives him his favorite jerky.]
Soda. Got it. [Root beer?! Root beer is good! Hank grabs some peanut butter M&M’s, too. Might as well be self-indulgent.] I’ll be in after the popcorn’s done, yeah? Don’t, uh — go too far.
[As if Hank might lose Connor in the theater that probably isn’t very big.]
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Date: 2025-02-09 06:27 am (UTC)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...?
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Date: 2025-02-09 04:35 pm (UTC)He does indeed like root beer and accepts it with an even wider smile. He sets the cup into the cup holder and then looks over at the popcorn. What Connor wants most is to hold Hank’s hand through the movie, but how best to handle the popcorn so they can both eat it.I can hold it.
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Date: 2025-02-11 01:09 am (UTC)All right. I’m trusting you, then. [Handing the tub of popcorn to Connor, now.] Don’t go and eat it all.
[This is a stupid joke, and Hank doesn’t know why he says it. Eat the popcorn, Connor! Eat it all!! Hank will just go get more; will make him feel useful.
The lights of the theater dim as the last of the weird ads roll, and Hank sneaks a peek over at Connor. It was going to be weird, regardless of whoever ended up with the popcorn. But now it’s Hank who has to feel all awkward as he dives his hand in for some popcorn.
He doesn’t particularly like popcorn, but it’s a movie food. And it gets him chewing on something, rather than letting him stew with his thoughts of: “what the fuck am I doing here?”]
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Date: 2025-02-11 01:14 am (UTC)The opening credits roll and Connor peeks over at Hank, taking in his profile and quietly adoring it. He doesn't mind Hank's age at all. In fact, he finds Hank quite charming and is curious as to what will happen next.
And what's happening next is Connor setting his hand, face up, on the arm rest between them. Will Hank take it?]
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Date: 2025-02-11 01:23 am (UTC)[Oh, Jesus. That little wink.
And his hand. The fuck is he doing with his hand? Hank is much more interested in that than the movie. Who just rests their hand like that?
He leans toward Connor to whisper in his ear, less because he cares about being rude and more just using the movie as an excuse:]
Connor.
[He should have just ignored Connor’s hand. Should have just watched the damn movie!!]
What’re you...?
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Date: 2025-02-11 01:38 am (UTC)It's there for your hand, if you want.
[Y'know, just a little cute hand holding if Hank is up for it.]
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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.]
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Date: 2025-02-11 02:01 am (UTC)Is this alright?
[He does want to make sure that he's not making Hank uncomfortable.]
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Date: 2025-02-11 02:09 am (UTC)It’s... fine.
[More than fine, really, once Hank let himself take the leap. Even if it’s just Connor doing his good deed for the day, being nice to the grumpy old man at the truck stop, and —
No. He’s gotta stop thinking like that. Doesn’t matter if it’s true. Hank just needs to stop thinking.
So he does, and instead, he brushes his thumb against Connor’s hand. Softly; back and forth. And Hank is watching the movie now, sort of — mostly gawking because what the fuck is with these sharks?? — but holding Connor’s hand is better. More enjoyable.]
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Date: 2025-02-11 02:50 am (UTC)[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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