There are so many beautiful aspects of Hank’s humanity that Connor adores. He adores the warmth and the softness of Hank’s body.
But this is a bridge they can’t cross together. Just one of the countless little ways Connor and Hank will never truly understand each other, no matter how much they love each other.
Hank’s smile widens. “Heh. It’s so cute how it does that. It’s an automatic thing, right?”
“Yes,” Connor lies.
“Exactly.” Connor requests a connection. His request times out. He requests a connection again. It times out.
Hank doesn’t open his eyes. His respirations are slowing, and Connor knows it won’t be long until he falls asleep, sated and content.
It’s not enough.
“I know, baby,” Hank murmurs. “I love you, too.”