📖 My HankCon fics: archiveofourown.org/users/dbhprincess
Connor: *beams happily*
Hank: Bet mine tastes better, though.
Connor, slowly licking a smear of frosting from Hank's thumb: Everything of yours tastes better, Hank.
Hank, wide-eyed and panting: Okay, guess I win too.
Connor: *beams happily*
Hank: Bet mine tastes better, though.
Connor, slowly licking a smear of frosting from Hank's thumb: Everything of yours tastes better, Hank.
Hank, wide-eyed and panting: Okay, guess I win too.