sociallychallenged | (no subject)

Winner picks where we have dinner. [He amends since, yes, for the most part they share funds. Though Connor's had enough time to build preferences as a human. And Hank? He's one of those human garbage disposals that can comfortably eat almost anything of any quality. That's not an enormous strain either way.]

You've probably gotten a lot better at it since Cherrygrove, huh? [He actually hasn't seen Connor fish since then, but he's guessed that he probably has, and he smoothes his hands down the front of Connor's shirt.]

I've practised a little. I do like Water Pokemon.

[As Hank can probably tell, since they need a huge pool for the amount of them Connor has amassed.]

I'm sure I'll get better at it. Have you done much fishing since we got here?

A couple of times. Got some beers and went down to the docks. Not often. I've spent all my "me" time out doing the thing.

[That rescue thing. He's spent most of his time gathering up articles and wanted ads and reading news. It's hard to fit in with his regular work as a fucking janitor. Which he's still not fond of but it pays bills.]

So you've probably got me beat at the moment. [It's worth trying, though.]

It will be good for you, to relax a little.

[To emphasise his point, he brings his hands up to Hank's shoulders and kneads them. He wonders if one day Connor could make enough money battling that Hank wouldn't need to be a janitor anymore. He could just focus on the things he enjoys, like rescuing Pokemon.]

I promise I won't thrash you too hard.

[He gives Hank a small smile, one that he's not sure Hank will return but he wants to try and lighten the air.]

[He does return the smile a little.] Don't hold back on account of my laziness. [And he reaches up to put his hands around Connor's wrists, letting them rest there without squeezing or anything.]

I guess after I get off work tomorrow I'll pick up some new fishing gear. [He doesn't have any of his from Cherrygrove anymore. It disappeared.]

[He leans back in to kiss him again, then rests against him.]

We can afford to get some good gear. No old rods, okay?

[They can at least afford a couple of good rods, if not super ones.]

[He finally gives Connor a real kiss back, one that lingers for more than a few seconds. Allowing himself to acknowledge that, yes, he doesn't have to withdraw again. He can still try.]

No old rods. [He says after the end of it. Something decent.]