[The sound of a rock plopping into the water makes Hank blink his eyes back open, a little startled. Or - he can't really reach 'startled'. It's hard to get there, under the weight of everything else. But he didn't expect it, anyway, that gesture. It's a gesture with meaning to it, maybe, Connor doing that now when it felt like he'd dismissed it earlier.
It takes Hank a second to put what that meaning probably is into words: Connor acknowledging that tossing that dumb little rock's the closest thing to help that he's gonna fucking get. Cause Hank's not going to help him. Cause he'd expected Hank to help him, earlier, when he'd said all that about throwing dumb little rocks in the first place. And now he doesn't.
He came to Hank with expectations.]
Yeah.
[Hank clears his throat, like there's some phantom itch he's got to clear out, like that's why that word had a big old crack in it. He looks away from Connor again, swallows. The corners of his mouth twist oddly, unsteady, and he throws an arm over his eyes and he takes a deep, slow breath.]
no wonder hank and connor have so much trouble getting along then
It takes Hank a second to put what that meaning probably is into words: Connor acknowledging that tossing that dumb little rock's the closest thing to help that he's gonna fucking get. Cause Hank's not going to help him. Cause he'd expected Hank to help him, earlier, when he'd said all that about throwing dumb little rocks in the first place. And now he doesn't.
He came to Hank with expectations.]
Yeah.
[Hank clears his throat, like there's some phantom itch he's got to clear out, like that's why that word had a big old crack in it. He looks away from Connor again, swallows. The corners of his mouth twist oddly, unsteady, and he throws an arm over his eyes and he takes a deep, slow breath.]
Sorry.