“It’s my job to save you.”
He snorts at the straight-faced response to his angry,vulgar ( what the fuck was that for? )questioning moments ago. To be fair, Hank isn’t nearly as willing to lay downand die as he once was, but he still has a long way to go until he makes itback up that climb. Did this new model somehow acquire Connor’s knowledge ofHank’s tendencies? The gun was snatched from his hands quite fast without waiting for a single explanation.
“Can’t save a man from himself, no matter how strong or fastyou are.”
He’s gotten better about those self-deprecating statements,but when the moment calls for it he still falls into old habits. It’sintertwined itself even into his sense of humor, the way he hates himself so very much sometimes, but before thequiet can place an even heavier tone on the scene, his arm is extending; handreaching out in expectation that his weapon will be returned. He rolls his eyes.
“Give it back, Cian. I was just gonna clean it. You don’t have to be so—”He gestures because voicing the idea that someone might be worried for orprotective of him just feels unnatural.