[ Hank steps back up close to Connor, setting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't want to lose Connor. God knows, he couldn't handle that. They both know they need each other. And really, Hank doesn't know what would make him happy... besides, y'know, Connor smiling at him and flirting at him but without the aforementioned guilt clawing at him for being a cheating old asshole who's taking advantage of someone's boyfriend.
But it's not like that, is it? Maybe? He should get over this. Even if Connor isn't asking, Hank should know better. He can't keep putting the blame on Connor like this. ]
It's not your fault. Us humans have a way of making feelings and shit really fucking complicated, alright?
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But it's not like that, is it? Maybe? He should get over this. Even if Connor isn't asking, Hank should know better. He can't keep putting the blame on Connor like this. ]
It's not your fault. Us humans have a way of making feelings and shit really fucking complicated, alright?