You can just call me Hank, no need for the Mister—
[And then things in his goddamned kitchen start moving on their own.
Hank’s completely forgets all that he was going to say, stepping back in surprise to take in the sight. He utters a disbelieving—] What the fuck… [Connor, meanwhile, just grins with a faint mote of satisfaction, and replies to Ai while making sure to take in Hank’s expression.]
Sure. Tea will be fine. [To Hank, he walks next to him and says:] See? I told you.
[Hank shakes his head, Connor’s presence snapping himself out of his shocked reverie. He raises a hand, gesturing dismissively, though he’s feeling anything but dismissive.]
This is crazy. This is crazy? I can't believed that you were actually telling the truth about psychics; that or we’re both losing our minds.
No, it’s real. I told you from the start.
[Hank frowns at Connor, still surprised by this new development.]
I don’t need your I-told-you-so's, Connor, I need to fucking sit down.
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[And then things in his goddamned kitchen start moving on their own.
Hank’s completely forgets all that he was going to say, stepping back in surprise to take in the sight. He utters a disbelieving—] What the fuck… [Connor, meanwhile, just grins with a faint mote of satisfaction, and replies to Ai while making sure to take in Hank’s expression.]
Sure. Tea will be fine. [To Hank, he walks next to him and says:] See? I told you.
[Hank shakes his head, Connor’s presence snapping himself out of his shocked reverie. He raises a hand, gesturing dismissively, though he’s feeling anything but dismissive.]
This is crazy. This is crazy? I can't believed that you were actually telling the truth about psychics; that or we’re both losing our minds.
No, it’s real. I told you from the start.
[Hank frowns at Connor, still surprised by this new development.]
I don’t need your I-told-you-so's, Connor, I need to fucking sit down.
[AND HE’S GONNA DO JUST THAT, THANK YOU.]