Can try that, yeah. [Hank mumbles this. Not at all confident in his ability to describe food that isn’t referencing other food. “This cheese... tastes kind of like this other sort of cheese.” Riveting!
Still, Hank can try. For Connor.
He dumps some of the meatballs into the sauce — maybe too many. Just keeps on stirring the sauce. A little too many meatballs never hurt anyone.
The last time he really had meat was when Vincent came over and made that steak. Why do people keep cooking for him...? Vincent wanted something in exchange, sure. But Connor is just nice.
Hank sighs. He’s never going to feel worthy of... all this.]
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Can try that, yeah. [Hank mumbles this. Not at all confident in his ability to describe food that isn’t referencing other food. “This cheese... tastes kind of like this other sort of cheese.” Riveting!
Still, Hank can try. For Connor.
He dumps some of the meatballs into the sauce — maybe too many. Just keeps on stirring the sauce. A little too many meatballs never hurt anyone.
The last time he really had meat was when Vincent came over and made that steak. Why do people keep cooking for him...? Vincent wanted something in exchange, sure. But Connor is just nice.
Hank sighs. He’s never going to feel worthy of... all this.]