[Hank offers him a curt glance before taking his clothes back to the bedroom, shoving them back in the closet, in drawers.
Sumo lays on the bed, waking with a garbled ‘borf?!’ as Hank slams a drawer shut — because the damn thing gets stuck. Because of course it does.]
Sorry, bud.
[Hank gives him a pat before heading back out to the hallway, and — oh. He’s seen Connor all rain-drenched before, back in Detroit, but this is different. Hank wonders if it bothers him, having his hair all... different. Untamed.
The clothes probably bother him, Hank figures. This is what Hank deserves for not taking him to get clothes: guilt. But there’s a certain tenderness that warms Hank’s heart at seeing Connor so casual — in his clothes — and a small smile curls on his lips.]
Here. [Hank outstretches his arms.] You can give me the dirty stuff. We can deal with it later.
had to mention Sumo’s whereabouts (he escaped the Great Frosting Battle)
Sure thing, Connor.
[Hank offers him a curt glance before taking his clothes back to the bedroom, shoving them back in the closet, in drawers.
Sumo lays on the bed, waking with a garbled ‘borf?!’ as Hank slams a drawer shut — because the damn thing gets stuck. Because of course it does.]
Sorry, bud.
[Hank gives him a pat before heading back out to the hallway, and — oh. He’s seen Connor all rain-drenched before, back in Detroit, but this is different. Hank wonders if it bothers him, having his hair all... different. Untamed.
The clothes probably bother him, Hank figures. This is what Hank deserves for not taking him to get clothes: guilt. But there’s a certain tenderness that warms Hank’s heart at seeing Connor so casual — in his clothes — and a small smile curls on his lips.]
Here. [Hank outstretches his arms.] You can give me the dirty stuff. We can deal with it later.