There are five freckles on Connor's neck. Two on the back, just at the edge of his hairline; two at the front near the base, each a little off center; and one on the side, halfway down--Hank's eyed it for months. It's the first one, out of all of them, that he kisses once he finally can.
"What are you doing?" Connor asks, quietly against Hank's hair.
"Kissing your freckles," Hank says as he moves to the next one.
"I didn't even know I had them there."
And it's a tragedy, Hank thinks, that Connor has so much computing power and doesn't even know about his own freckles.
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:01 am (UTC)There are five freckles on Connor's neck. Two on the back, just at the edge of his hairline; two at the front near the base, each a little off center; and one on the side, halfway down--Hank's eyed it for months. It's the first one, out of all of them, that he kisses once he finally can.
"What are you doing?" Connor asks, quietly against Hank's hair.
"Kissing your freckles," Hank says as he moves to the next one.
"I didn't even know I had them there."
And it's a tragedy, Hank thinks, that Connor has so much computing power and doesn't even know about his own freckles.
He'll just have to memorize them all himself.