"Any time you want," Hank says, when Connor pulls away. "This kissing booth's always open, as far as you're concerned."

Hank figures once he sits down he won't want to get up again for a while, so he rummages in the fridge for some leftovers and parks his ass next to Connor on

the couch for the rest of the evening. They settle back into their comfortable groove from earlier, with Connor knitting and Hank either reading or half-watching tv while he pets Connor's feet propped in his lap. It still feels unreal, but the thought that this might eventually

feel like a normal part of his life, that kissing Connor and cuddling up with him will just be part of the flow of every day, helps ground him in the moment. He wants to pay attention and let himself experience it instead of getting caught up in confusion about why it's happening