one last try. /dbh/

All apologies.

"Home sweet home.." Hank sighed, seeing Connor carry Sumo towards the bathroom. He placed the leash back on the coat rack. "I can do his bath, you don't have to." he said, following after the boy. Hank stepped into the bathroom, seeing Connor place Sumo in the bathtub, also placing the tennis ball on the counter. "No, its okay." he looked at Hank and smiled. He turned his head quickly and lifted his hands to stop the dog from getting out. His nails scraped on the tub side, making Connor cringe at the sound. "How about I help you hold him down?" Hank leaned against the door frame, smiling. Connor tilted his head down, "right." he said quietly, sighing. Hank turned away, heading straight to his bedroom.

Connor whispered to sumo, "he's gonna have a hard time, right?" he asked the dog. Sumo turned his head, licking Connor's sleeve. Connor smiled, petting his head. Hank came back soon with a band tee on with different sweat pants, kneeling by Sumo. "Gavin was right for the first time in ages...you do smell pretty bad." he mumbled, making Connor chuckle.

"Ready?" Hank asked, looking at Connor. "Yes." was all he said, turning the water on. Sumo looked at the water, wiggling from Hank's grasp. "Sumo, its okay." Connor was getting the soap, setting the bottle by him. Sumo felt the water soak his fur, making him let out a whine. "Its gonna be okay." Connor said with a smile, cupping some water in his hands and dumping it on his backside. Hank held onto the dog, sighing. Connor pushed his sleeves up, grabbing the bottle of soap. He then poured some on sumo's fur, making him tense up. Hank started scrubbing his lower half while Connor did the upper half.

The two worked on the dog, scrubbing his belly, behind the ears, under his chin, and everywhere else. When they got done, they rinsed the dog off, having Hank hold Sumo in place as Connor grabbed a towel. Right before Connor came back, Sumo then shook his whole body, making Hank yell in frustration. "Sumo! Ugh!" he said, letting the dog go. Sumo jumped out of the tub running straight for the door. Connor blocked it immediately, catching him with a towel. "Aha!" he said, smothering the dog with his towel, drying his head off. His ears flopped everywhere until Connor stopped. Hank got up, crossing his arms. "Nice one, Connor." he said, watching Connot dry his dog down everywhere.

Connor dried off the last leg, looking at Hank. "Here you go." he wrapped the dog up like a baby. It must've been a huge towel because Hank was surprised to see Sumo in a wrap. His tail was sticking out, but his legs were inside the wrap. Connor lifted the dog, handing him to Hank. "Its a dog-burrito." he smiled, making Hank chuckle. "Thank you." Hank said, looking at sumo. He seemed to be enjoying it with his eyes closed. Connor nodded, exiting the room. Hank carried sumo to the couch, holding him like a baby, sitting down. "I love you, Sumo." he said, smiling. Sumo fluttered his eyes open, looking at Hank. Connor was in the kitchen, fixing something up for Hank. It was twelve after all, so why not have lunch?

After a few moments, his lunch was done. Chicken Alfredo with a side of green beans, even water. He placed it on the table, looking out to Hank. Hank was taking a nap with sumo's head in his lap. The towel was laid on him, so he was comfy. Connor smiled, picking the plate and cup back up. He placed the cup to the side and the plate in the microwave. He walked out of the kitchen area, leaving to his room. He grabbed a book on the way, shutting the door. Connor walked over and sat down on his bed, examining the title. 'Too late to say goodbye.' he rose an eyebrow, analyzing it to see its about heart break and love. For how much he wanted to understand love, he didn't want to know heart break. Not today, not now. Connor placed the book beside him, getting up. He walked to the table by his bed, picking up his coin. He fiddled with it, skipping it across his fingers. He then threw it to his other hand, missing his hand and hitting the wall across the room. "Oh.." he said quietly, noticing that it was quite loud. He looked at the door, hoping it didn't wake the two.

(Damn, Connor go hard.)

Connor walked over, leaning down and picking his coin up. There was a box under the bed, which caught Connor's eyes. He pocketed the coin, grabbing the boxes' side. He pulled the box into view, seeing a picture ontop. Connor leaned up, sitting on the bed. He grabbed the photo ontop. 'Cole, five years old. Detroit carnival.' the backside said, then flipped the photo around. The picture was Hank's son on his shoulder, going through a crowd of people. It seemed like someone took it from the behind of the male and his son. It looked nice, which made Connor smile. From analyzing it, Hank was about in his thirties with short brown/grey hair. Cole had cotten candy in hand with a candy apple in the other. The lights from the ride's were blurry, so it mainly focused on the two. Connor felt grief, which made him very low. Cole died long ago, which upsetted Hank so badly he wanted to take his own life away. Connor sighed, wiping a tear away. 'Im crying?' he thought, frowning. He placed the photo to the side, digging through the box.