[ Hank sets a hand on Connor's, letting him feel how he felt, listening to it. It had been like experiencing Connor's feelings, but listening to them instead of just feeling them. He could feel the hope and the sadness, even the way it called back to the music Hank likes.
Or maybe he's just projecting, but he'd like to think otherwise. ]
I really... I liked it. I could tell it was yours.
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[ Hank sets a hand on Connor's, letting him feel how he felt, listening to it. It had been like experiencing Connor's feelings, but listening to them instead of just feeling them. He could feel the hope and the sadness, even the way it called back to the music Hank likes.
Or maybe he's just projecting, but he'd like to think otherwise. ]
I really... I liked it. I could tell it was yours.