[It's not clear what part of what Connor says gets Hank to look up. There's a wall up over his blue eyes, expression almost incredulous if it had enough emotion to manage that.
The only other thing that mattered to him in the world, the only thing he really had left to keep him on some semblance of a routine. And he'd just...given it up. Thrown it away. It was like the fog that he'd wandered in for the last three years had been lifted, just enough to give him a glimpse of just how fucking hopeless everything was.
He'd been slowly killing himself for years, hoping that maybe for once luck would be on his side. Small wonder, then, that when he'd finally reached the point when the last glimmer of hope was gone, he finally had the bravery to take luck into his own hands.
He looks back down at the photo, brushes his thumb over the corner of the frame. Sumo whines, plaintively, intelligent enough to know that something's wrong and he's powerless to stop his owner.]
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The only other thing that mattered to him in the world, the only thing he really had left to keep him on some semblance of a routine. And he'd just...given it up. Thrown it away. It was like the fog that he'd wandered in for the last three years had been lifted, just enough to give him a glimpse of just how fucking hopeless everything was.
He'd been slowly killing himself for years, hoping that maybe for once luck would be on his side. Small wonder, then, that when he'd finally reached the point when the last glimmer of hope was gone, he finally had the bravery to take luck into his own hands.
He looks back down at the photo, brushes his thumb over the corner of the frame. Sumo whines, plaintively, intelligent enough to know that something's wrong and he's powerless to stop his owner.]