[He knows he can't possibly look very flattering right now. Hair messy, skin slightly glistened with sweat, his overall appearance pallid. But Connor is definitely not conscious of such things right now; he'd much rather just feel better.
He closes his eyes briefly, leaning just slightly into her touch. Ai is comforting, at least, in a different way than what he's used to. Hank is direct, gruff, his care stark and straightforward. Ai is gentler, softer, easy to depend upon -- even if her gesture is something as childish as tugging on his hair.]
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He closes his eyes briefly, leaning just slightly into her touch. Ai is comforting, at least, in a different way than what he's used to. Hank is direct, gruff, his care stark and straightforward. Ai is gentler, softer, easy to depend upon -- even if her gesture is something as childish as tugging on his hair.]
What's unfair about it?