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“Connor what the fuck are you doing?”
Connor looked up from his place on the floor where Sumo was laying over his legs and half his chest. “Hm?”
“I said what the fuck are you doing. That dog must weigh a ton, there's no way that's comfortable.”
“On the contrary, I find this quite enjoyable.” He lifted of his arms to pet the behemoth of a dog, smiling contentedly. One of the more successful smiles he'd managed to pull off.
Hank sighed. “Well, I'm going to make myself dinner and then watch TV. I'd tell you not to let Sumo suffocate you but you don't have any fuckin’ lungs.”
Connor turned his smile towards Hank before he walked out of the room to throw a sandwich together. Normally he'd go out and stop at a food truck before coming back to drink, but Connor insisted on eating healthier. Damn kid even went out and stocked the fridge every week.
When he came back to watch TV, Connor had moved from having Sumo laying on him to having just about every blanket in the house that wasn't nailed down draped around his shoulders.
“Oh my fuckin’ God.” Hank pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'm afraid to ask what happened.”
“Sumo got up so I-”
“Yea, okay I see that. Why.”
Connor paused. “I like the pressure. It's rather… Weird. After deviating I've been finding a lot of sensations are soothing or help me process things better. Like how I play with the coin. But now other things as well.”
“Alright, if you say so.” Hank sat down on the couch. “Next time don't steal all the sheets, just order a weighted blanket.”
“You wouldn't mind?”
“Geez, Connor, of course not. You never use your pay for anything except food for my sorry ass anyways.”
Connor turned his eyes from Hank to the TV screen. “What are you going to watch?”
“A classic from when I was a kid.”
Connor's LED turned yellow and his eyelids fluttered as he presumably searched up films from Hank’s childhood. “Jurassic Park? Or maybe that Disney film Aladdin?”
“Nope.” Hank grinned as he pressed a button on the remote. “Shrek.”