Lee can't help the smile that crosses his face at Connor's response, and he squeezes Connor's knee again. There's a brief flash of regret that goes through him then, at not having met Connor until now. His timing is fucking terrible.
He's about to say something when there's a knock at the door. "Dinner's here," he say, patting Connor's thigh before using it to push himself standing. He places his wine glass on the coffee table and goes to collect their takeout, signing the credit card receipt and then carrying the food back to the table. He goes to the kitchen to get plates and silverware, and they spend a few moment in silence dividing up the food before they sit back and begin to eat.
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Date: 2015-12-06 10:24 pm (UTC)From:He's about to say something when there's a knock at the door. "Dinner's here," he say, patting Connor's thigh before using it to push himself standing. He places his wine glass on the coffee table and goes to collect their takeout, signing the credit card receipt and then carrying the food back to the table. He goes to the kitchen to get plates and silverware, and they spend a few moment in silence dividing up the food before they sit back and begin to eat.