Sat at his desk, Connor struggles to make sense of the swirling emotions that wash over him like a storm. "You good?" Hank's voice filters in through his clouded mind, pulling him back to the case at hand. "I'm fine, Lieutenant. Just...processing," Tearing his gaze away from you, he tries to focus yet eyes wandering right back to you. "Connor! You're staring." Hank chuckles and shakes his head. "Sorry, I...I was just thinking," Connor stammers as meets your gaze with a sheepish smile.
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