If Hank ever had another chance to feel like a father, Connor was it. What he didn't really think about in advance were the moments that didn't include lives being in danger. One such scenario included his one hundred and forty-pound dog laying on the living room floor, across from his one hundred and fifty-pound son.
Laying on his stomach, Connor kept his gaze on Sumo, head resting in palm, elbow planted firmly on the ground and legs kicked up, intertwined behind him. Breaking the period of inactivity, Sumo licks Connors' forehead, in hopes of spurring him into giving him more attention, no doubt.
Hank squints his eyes dubiously as Connor lifts his head from his palm, shifting his gaze between Sumo and him. He better fucking not, Hank thinks to himself, figuring out Connor's intent.
"Don't you dare," Hank rasped, trying to keep his voice even as he pushed his body away from the wall he leaned on.
Connor rested his gaze on Hank, looking him in the eyes as he stuck out his tongue in defiance.
Hank put one foot forward, raising his voice slightly, "Don't you fucking dare."
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Basically, this is what played in my head when I read this textpost, not sure the original source. I am aware this is really short and awfully written. Just accept it.
(FF is a cunt and won't let me post a link here).