[Hank offers a small, shaky smile. Meeting Connor’s nod with his own.]
Then let’s get to it, yeah?
[He drops his hand. Walking past Connor, back into the kitchen.
Hank wants Connor to be happy, but he’s doing a piss poor job at... everything. But he has that list now — list of his failures, really — so there’s somewhere to start.
He just wishes he weren’t always fucking up. Connor deserves someone with patience. Someone who doesn’t snap at him. Someone who doesn’t forget to give him goddamn keys to the apartment.]
Where the fuck to start? [Hank mutters this as he kneels down in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards.]
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[Hank offers a small, shaky smile. Meeting Connor’s nod with his own.]
Then let’s get to it, yeah?
[He drops his hand. Walking past Connor, back into the kitchen.
Hank wants Connor to be happy, but he’s doing a piss poor job at... everything. But he has that list now — list of his failures, really — so there’s somewhere to start.
He just wishes he weren’t always fucking up. Connor deserves someone with patience. Someone who doesn’t snap at him. Someone who doesn’t forget to give him goddamn keys to the apartment.]
Where the fuck to start? [Hank mutters this as he kneels down in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards.]