He's too much of what he is, to not pick up that little clue like it were sticking out like a sore thumb. As if it were highlighted amongst the rest of what Hank was saying, and Connor will partition it away to the back of his mind to tend to. Already, his database pulls up an array of names and faces that he's familiar with; he hems them away, one by one, when parameters of time period don't match.
All this, and he doesn't say as much. Keeps the majority of his attentions on Hank, while background processes whir quietly elsewhere.]
And didn't I already tell you? I'm only being realistic.
[Connor stands instead of staying on the floor, leaving the bottle where it is. He moves to a nearby chair to have this conversation instead of looming over Hank -- the implication being clear: he is going to involve himself in a conversation.]
Hank, is it that you miss home, or is it that you miss the... predicability of it? A standardization of expectations that can't be found here?
[That seems to be the case, according to what he can glean from him. But he does wonder if Detroit calls to Hank in different ways than it does to himself. Connor, who feels the tug of obligation -- of work unfinished -- like a noose around his neck.]
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He's too much of what he is, to not pick up that little clue like it were sticking out like a sore thumb. As if it were highlighted amongst the rest of what Hank was saying, and Connor will partition it away to the back of his mind to tend to. Already, his database pulls up an array of names and faces that he's familiar with; he hems them away, one by one, when parameters of time period don't match.
All this, and he doesn't say as much. Keeps the majority of his attentions on Hank, while background processes whir quietly elsewhere.]
And didn't I already tell you? I'm only being realistic.
[Connor stands instead of staying on the floor, leaving the bottle where it is. He moves to a nearby chair to have this conversation instead of looming over Hank -- the implication being clear: he is going to involve himself in a conversation.]
Hank, is it that you miss home, or is it that you miss the... predicability of it? A standardization of expectations that can't be found here?
[That seems to be the case, according to what he can glean from him. But he does wonder if Detroit calls to Hank in different ways than it does to himself. Connor, who feels the tug of obligation -- of work unfinished -- like a noose around his neck.]