You’re right, I think. And yeah, we could’ve gone through the whole registry thing. Guess we got things done the quickest way, but we’ll still fix that, too. Won’t let them get away with all that.
[Hank looks over at Connor. Hands loosening ever so slightly on the wheel as he offers another small smile.]
It’s part of being alive, Connor. That uncertainty. But I know, yeah — you like knowing what you’re about. Weird shit when you don’t.
[Eyes back on the road, although Hank hasn’t started the car yet.]
Guess I felt a lot of things. Mostly I wanted to protect you, and I felt like I’d failed you on that. Not that I could’ve made the process any less bullshit, but still. I know you’re your own person, and you can take care of yourself — hell, you take care of me better than I do — but I guess I...
[Gripping the steering wheel so hard is starting to hurt, so he lets go. Staring down at his hands as if they’ve committed some grave sin.
And haven’t they?]
Guess I like the thought of being able to protect you. And I’m shit at it, obviously. But the thought of being able to give you something like that is... nice.
[To put it lightly.]
I’m sorry I shoved the form in your face like that. Figured I was showing them who’s boss — you — but I wasn’t thinking clearly. You’d already seen the damn thing. You knew it was all right and proper, but I still wanted them to see you were in charge. And that intent is... whatever.
But — [looking back at Connor now, his expression softening] — are you okay? That’s what matters.
[And Hank wishes he weren’t so angry, so he could reach out and hold Connor’s hand, but... Connor’s holding onto his package, anyway. Which is more important right now.]
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You’re right, I think. And yeah, we could’ve gone through the whole registry thing. Guess we got things done the quickest way, but we’ll still fix that, too. Won’t let them get away with all that.
[Hank looks over at Connor. Hands loosening ever so slightly on the wheel as he offers another small smile.]
It’s part of being alive, Connor. That uncertainty. But I know, yeah — you like knowing what you’re about. Weird shit when you don’t.
[Eyes back on the road, although Hank hasn’t started the car yet.]
Guess I felt a lot of things. Mostly I wanted to protect you, and I felt like I’d failed you on that. Not that I could’ve made the process any less bullshit, but still. I know you’re your own person, and you can take care of yourself — hell, you take care of me better than I do — but I guess I...
[Gripping the steering wheel so hard is starting to hurt, so he lets go. Staring down at his hands as if they’ve committed some grave sin.
And haven’t they?]
Guess I like the thought of being able to protect you. And I’m shit at it, obviously. But the thought of being able to give you something like that is... nice.
[To put it lightly.]
I’m sorry I shoved the form in your face like that. Figured I was showing them who’s boss — you — but I wasn’t thinking clearly. You’d already seen the damn thing. You knew it was all right and proper, but I still wanted them to see you were in charge. And that intent is... whatever.
But — [looking back at Connor now, his expression softening] — are you okay? That’s what matters.
[And Hank wishes he weren’t so angry, so he could reach out and hold Connor’s hand, but... Connor’s holding onto his package, anyway. Which is more important right now.]