There's that feeling again - like he has a task to complete, but he doesn't know what the parameters of it are, and without knowing that, he can't do it. But he has to do whatever it is - he wants to, and he recognises the emotion that comes with it: frustration.
His head tilts minutely into Hank's thumb as it brushes his LED - the tiniest sliver of Hank's skin touches Connor's own, and he feels something like a spark, like static electricity passing between them.
As Hank draws his hand away, Connor's head moves a little with it, as if chasing the sensation before remembering himself.
"That's not the reason you're annoying, don't blame that on me," he says in a sudden fit of daring, following Hank out the door.
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His head tilts minutely into Hank's thumb as it brushes his LED - the tiniest sliver of Hank's skin touches Connor's own, and he feels something like a spark, like static electricity passing between them.
As Hank draws his hand away, Connor's head moves a little with it, as if chasing the sensation before remembering himself.
"That's not the reason you're annoying, don't blame that on me," he says in a sudden fit of daring, following Hank out the door.