[Hank’s in his room now, and more attempts for Connor to help are going to be cut down before he can even entertain the idea. Like a wall shifting into existence, insurmountable, slamming down in the clear empty space between where one stands and the other sits.
Fingers twitch and he raises a hand to rest on the doorframe, considering with a demeanor that could be easily read as unease, if someone really knew him — too stiff, too perfectly angled, voice too clear-cut.
Agitation still lives in him, too, crawling along his insides.]
Rest, Lieutenant. Have someone else bring you food or water if you require it.
[His other hand moves to shut the door behind him, to leave Hank alone as badly as he wants to be, and Connor does so without giving the man time to properly respond.]
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Fingers twitch and he raises a hand to rest on the doorframe, considering with a demeanor that could be easily read as unease, if someone really knew him — too stiff, too perfectly angled, voice too clear-cut.
Agitation still lives in him, too, crawling along his insides.]
Rest, Lieutenant. Have someone else bring you food or water if you require it.
[His other hand moves to shut the door behind him, to leave Hank alone as badly as he wants to be, and Connor does so without giving the man time to properly respond.]