Yeah? [The corner of Hank’s lips twitch into a smile.] Let’s get you cleaned up, then.
[Not that this will prevent more frosting from falling onto Connor, but... still.
Hank takes his damp cloth. Wiping at Connor’s face again: softly. He doesn’t know exactly how sensitive his skin is, or his sensors, or whatever.
It isn’t wholly necessary, but Hank still tilts Connor’s face up, fingers on his chin.
He can’t just say “stop feeling so bad about all this,” obviously. Not even reassurance has seemed to work, so Hank doesn’t say anything for a while. He just finishes wiping Connor’s face before patting his head.]
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Yeah? [The corner of Hank’s lips twitch into a smile.] Let’s get you cleaned up, then.
[Not that this will prevent more frosting from falling onto Connor, but... still.
Hank takes his damp cloth. Wiping at Connor’s face again: softly. He doesn’t know exactly how sensitive his skin is, or his sensors, or whatever.
It isn’t wholly necessary, but Hank still tilts Connor’s face up, fingers on his chin.
He can’t just say “stop feeling so bad about all this,” obviously. Not even reassurance has seemed to work, so Hank doesn’t say anything for a while. He just finishes wiping Connor’s face before patting his head.]