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The simple joy in Connor’s eyes was heartwarming and Hank felt the fond smile forming on his own face. It was starting to snow again, gently. Tiny flakes collected on Connor’s dark hair, sticking to the ends of his perfect eyelashes. Something in Hank’s chest contracted almost violently at the sudden wave of unmistakable love he felt for this boy.

There was no use denying it anymore. Hank could admit it to himself, if not to anyone else. No other feeling could be this exquisitely painful, this agonizingly sweet. He was in love . With Connor . Fuckin’ A