[Hank thinks? Or he likes to think, anyway. With Connor gone, now he doesn’t even know. But maybe this is how things were always going to end up. Maybe after the revolution, Connor was going to leave, anyway.
Down this path of thought lies yet another unending well of grief, though.]
Jesus. You don’t gotta say it like that
[Or should Hank just go along with it? Less suspicion? He figures Castiel will find out what’s going on — again — eventually. But not now.]
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Thanks
Uh
I got a date
[Sure, yeah. Hank will go with that.]
Anyway
My apartment’s the one with the nameplate that says FUCK OFF. If you keep walking, the one right after it is........ You know
Connor’s. Was Connor’s apartment. Spare key for my place is under the welcome mat. Got a buncha dogs on it
[Not that he’s sure whether Castiel even needs a key or not, but those are the instructions Hank would give to most people.]
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You knew Connor?
[ they didn't get to talk nearly as much as castiel had wanted to.
but, wait. what was that hank said?
he's going on a date? ]
Do you have a boyfriend, too?
[ it's just... look. romantic dalliances aren't that common here. he's noticed. ]
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Yeah, I knew Connor.
[Hank’s not sure what else to say. It feels wrong not to talk about him more, like he’s dishonoring Connor’s memory.
But there’s something almost comforting in Hank accepting that he never deserved Connor, anyway.]
The date thing is...... complicated
[His first thought is to respond with “HELL NO,” but that would probably raise more questions.]
He is NOT my boyfriend
[More like “mutually beneficial choke friends.”]
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[ hm. complicated is right. ]
Human mating rituals are so complex.
[ you can date someone without being boyfriends? The More You Know ]
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Same world, yeah.
We worked together.
And we were friends.
[Hank thinks? Or he likes to think, anyway. With Connor gone, now he doesn’t even know. But maybe this is how things were always going to end up. Maybe after the revolution, Connor was going to leave, anyway.
Down this path of thought lies yet another unending well of grief, though.]
Jesus. You don’t gotta say it like that
[Or should Hank just go along with it? Less suspicion? He figures Castiel will find out what’s going on — again — eventually. But not now.]
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[ it's such a nice moment. too bad he has to ruin it ]
How do you want me to say it
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I’m sorry too
[If Hank had done something differently, maybe...? Maybe the AI overlord wouldn’t have taken Connor away.
But who knows what that “something” could be.]
I want you to say it like “yes hank I will check on your dog”
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Yes Hank I will check on your dog
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Exactly (:
Thanks Castiel. I owe ya
[And he’s going to owe Vincent too. Apparently. Just owing all these weirdos little favors.]
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