Connor opens the front door as gently as he can, listening for the sounds of Hank from within the house.
Connor moves across the room so he can kiss the side of Hank’s head. “You don’t have to get up for me.”
Hank stoops a little now, no longer as tall as he was, and Connor can tuck his face easily against the scalp that’s visible through Hank’s wispy hair.
“Don’t say that,” Connor chides softly.
"That's sweet, but you don't have to lie to me, Connor."