[The correction is quick, eyes snapping back up to Hank, focused in a half-panicked, sharp way. How does he explain, the locution of it is something he’s currently straining to achieve?]
I told you, they weren’t mine. [That has to be clear. Hank needs to know that whatever just crawled through him, he claims no ownership of it. Detach himself as quickly as possible from the experience, find a way to reason it into oblivion.] But it was like— Like someone reaching in and searching for something, wanting feeling. I can’t explain it.
[Not now. He’s too lost in the wake of what was a confusing feedback loop to understand it properly.]
You really didn’t... experience anything? [Was it only him? There’s something far more disturbing about that, and Connor already knows the answer when his eyes skirt Hank’s face.]
no subject
[The correction is quick, eyes snapping back up to Hank, focused in a half-panicked, sharp way. How does he explain, the locution of it is something he’s currently straining to achieve?]
I told you, they weren’t mine. [That has to be clear. Hank needs to know that whatever just crawled through him, he claims no ownership of it. Detach himself as quickly as possible from the experience, find a way to reason it into oblivion.] But it was like— Like someone reaching in and searching for something, wanting feeling. I can’t explain it.
[Not now. He’s too lost in the wake of what was a confusing feedback loop to understand it properly.]
You really didn’t... experience anything? [Was it only him? There’s something far more disturbing about that, and Connor already knows the answer when his eyes skirt Hank’s face.]