[Connor sits, hands in his lap, fingers curled gently in on themselves. He watches as Sumo clambers onto Hank’s bed and bumps against him consequently — just as he watches as the Lieutenant jolts away from the touch.
Saying that he thought it was Connor makes something rear up in that part of himself that he’s keeping cordoned off and away, ignored. It feels like stark disappointment.]
Because of your power, you’re afraid of a repeat of what happened...? [He suppositions, lowly. To view that’s how Hank might react if Connor reached for him is less than encouraging. ]
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Saying that he thought it was Connor makes something rear up in that part of himself that he’s keeping cordoned off and away, ignored. It feels like stark disappointment.]
Because of your power, you’re afraid of a repeat of what happened...? [He suppositions, lowly. To view that’s how Hank might react if Connor reached for him is less than encouraging. ]