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Hank finds him in the backyard, tightly clutching a small box of cut-up paper people and pink flowers. An expression of guilt and slight fear graced his face and his warm brown eyes stared everywhere but him.
Hank looked out, watching brown and red leaves crumble around them both before stepping forward and joining him.
Reaching in the box, he pulled out a headless paper person, rubbing his thumb over frantic scribble. Hank took it from him, sighing as he read the name.
"I-" Hank shushed him, dropping his knees into the dirt just shy of the small hole Connor obviously dug. Without a word, he released the small paper person and they both watched it flutter down gently.
Connor sat besides him, despite the wet mud he would normally avoid, and placed the brown cardboard box inbetween them.
Together, they buried names of devia- no. People.
Daniel. Traci. Alice. Rupert. Kara. Simon.
Eventually, Hank stopped reading, eager to get it over with and hopefully put some of Connor's pain to rest. As he pushed the dirt back over the small hole, careful fingers tugged on his sleeve.
Connor pressed himself into the nook of Hank's neck, tears wetting the collar of his jacket.
Hank pulled him close, carding fingers through his brown hair.