It's probably a godsend for Connor, too, because it means Hank has to be in a uniform for some of the day and not just in his usual choice of technicolor failure shirts that look like 70s movie openings sound. "I think you can probably get away with resetting it somehow. Look, Connor-" Hank steps up to him and puts his hands on his shoulders.
"I know you didn't have a job before. It was labor, it wasn't a job." It was slavery. "But you do have skills that you like to use, and like any asshole out of college you're allowed to use them like internship experience and say, 'Hey, I can do this'."
Hank still would absolutely call this fucker a roomba, though. Except with no animosity in mind.
"I'll go tell 'em you fucked it up. And I'll enjoy it 'cause I'll get to tell 'em you fucked it up." He gives his shoulders a friendly, teasing jostle. It's always funny how stiff and sturdy this fuckin' twink is when he puts his hands on him.
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"I know you didn't have a job before. It was labor, it wasn't a job." It was slavery. "But you do have skills that you like to use, and like any asshole out of college you're allowed to use them like internship experience and say, 'Hey, I can do this'."
Hank still would absolutely call this fucker a roomba, though. Except with no animosity in mind.
"I'll go tell 'em you fucked it up. And I'll enjoy it 'cause I'll get to tell 'em you fucked it up." He gives his shoulders a friendly, teasing jostle. It's always funny how stiff and sturdy this fuckin' twink is when he puts his hands on him.