Like I said — [Hank says this without turning] — his name is Connor.
[His expression softens as he watches Connor check over the form. Hank hates that he even shoved it in his face like this, but he selfishly wanted to show these fuckers that this was Connor’s order. For his body.
Fucking hell.]
It’s a big deal to Connor, so it’s a big deal to me. [Said to the receptionist, looking at them for a moment before his eyes are back on Connor. Gaze trailing down to his hand on Hank’s arm.]
Hmm. You’ve got a good point there. You made an order and it’s all right there, huh?
[Then, his voice both softer and more serious:] I’ll do whatever you want, Connor. Signing would be quickest, sure, but I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay. I wanted this to be a good day for you. And I’m sorry I couldn’t...
[Hank should have come in with him before. Even if it was supposed to be a quick, relatively painless process — the long part was supposed to come after. He might have ended up hollering, but at least he would’ve been here beside Connor, not idling out in his car like a loser boyfriend.]
I’m fine with waiting however long. And I’m fine with Fowler screaming at me for whatever happens here today. But what’s important is what you want, Connor.
[Would signing his name make things weird between them? Not now but later, maybe?
The only right answer is whatever Connor chooses, but it’s obviously not so clear-cut for him.]
I love you.
[He doesn’t need to say this, but he wants to. Looking right into Connor’s eyes and watching his LED twirl.
It’s an affirmation that he trusts Connor to do what’s best for himself. There is no disappointing Hank here — not as if that matters, really, but still.]
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Like I said — [Hank says this without turning] — his name is Connor.
[His expression softens as he watches Connor check over the form. Hank hates that he even shoved it in his face like this, but he selfishly wanted to show these fuckers that this was Connor’s order. For his body.
Fucking hell.]
It’s a big deal to Connor, so it’s a big deal to me. [Said to the receptionist, looking at them for a moment before his eyes are back on Connor. Gaze trailing down to his hand on Hank’s arm.]
Hmm. You’ve got a good point there. You made an order and it’s all right there, huh?
[Then, his voice both softer and more serious:] I’ll do whatever you want, Connor. Signing would be quickest, sure, but I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay. I wanted this to be a good day for you. And I’m sorry I couldn’t...
[Hank should have come in with him before. Even if it was supposed to be a quick, relatively painless process — the long part was supposed to come after. He might have ended up hollering, but at least he would’ve been here beside Connor, not idling out in his car like a loser boyfriend.]
I’m fine with waiting however long. And I’m fine with Fowler screaming at me for whatever happens here today. But what’s important is what you want, Connor.
[Would signing his name make things weird between them? Not now but later, maybe?
The only right answer is whatever Connor chooses, but it’s obviously not so clear-cut for him.]
I love you.
[He doesn’t need to say this, but he wants to. Looking right into Connor’s eyes and watching his LED twirl.
It’s an affirmation that he trusts Connor to do what’s best for himself. There is no disappointing Hank here — not as if that matters, really, but still.]