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 Male x Male  Fandom  One x One Roleplay Set it Right

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Entrust, Oct 19, 2018.

  1. Entrust

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    Hank had both hands back on his mug, the warmth from its contents spreading into his skin while he listened. His gaze dropped down to the dark liquid once Connor finished, considering the depth to each word. Connor broke out of his programming because fear demanded it; because the need to keep living reached further than the need to obey. Survival wasn't a crime in itself, most people didn't want to die. It was a feeling Hank had forgotten a long time ago. Although he'd managed to crawl out of his pit of suicidal tendencies, death just wasn't something that frightened him the way it should. It didn't mean he planned on diving into the nearest bullet, but if what he was trying to do for the deviants led to an incident that was detrimental to his health, he wouldn't meet it with regret. He was old and he was alone, there wasn't anyone he'd be leaving behind.

    It meant Connor had something he didn't, and it wasn't something bad. His will to stay alive was very human. Not the selfish kind or the stupid kind or the downright sadistic, but the true, solid embodiment. The normality of it.

    "Well..." Hank drawled as he peeled his eyes away from his cup so they could return to Connor, "You say that, but back at the subway you were willing to risk bein' attacked to help those androids. You might not want to die, but I think you're willing to for the right reason." The past couldn't be erased or forgotten, but Hank wasn't blind to the changes Connor showed. He'd have never let the Connor he knew take over his bed, he'd have never seated himself that short of a distance away and just talked with the same level of normalcy they were sharing, for once not about the case or how much of a fucking machine Connor was, how cold and distant and cruel he'd been. They could have never discussed the good he'd done, because back then there was none.

    One of Hank's thumbs brushed along the rim of his drink, "Means you've come a long way. You never would've done that before, not with all the other shit you pulled." He brought the mug to his mouth for a few gulps, rolling his tongue quickly over his top lip the moment he moved the ceramic away. "For the record, there's not a damn thing wrong with bein' afraid to die. It doesn't make you selfish, it means you're fuckin' normal." Fear was natural. Staring down the barrel of a gun without so much as a blink wasn't. Comparing the two, it was Hank who was more detached.
     
  2. SerinaBloom

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    "I know that, Lieutenant. All the deviants I've met have shared that same fear. It's just that their fear seems to be founded in something or someone else. When we were on the deviant case I saw all these records of deviants who were triggered to change not for themselves but for someone else. The Tracys at the Eden club just wanted to be together. The AX400 known as Kara just wanted to protect a little girl and be a mother. The android that led the revolution....he just wanted everyone to be free. Now I understand why they all did the things they did. They wanted a better life not just for themselves but for others. I wish my reasons had been that noble. Once all those deviants get out of this city they will all have someone or something to give them meaning. I don't feel like I have that."

    Connor wasn't sure but he felt like he was getting a bit choked up. It hadn't really doned on him before now, but he was starting to realize for the first time that he was alone. Sure Hank was taking care of him now, but eventually when he left the cit who would be on his own again with no one to confide in and no one to share his freedom with. It was a rather depressing thought. He didn't necessarily need someone of course. Other deviants simply wanted to be able to live among humans and lead fruitful lives. Connor couldn't think of what he would do with his life once he got out. He couldn't go back to being a detective. It was too obvious and he didn't want that life anymore. He was done being the one that everyone was afraid of.
     
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  3. Entrust

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    Hank wasn't sure what was worse - the way he'd felt hearing the raw emotion behind the admission, or the fact that he wasn't sure he'd have the right thing to say to it.

    His fingers tightened around the ceramic they held, threatening to shatter it. The mug had to be set down with a soft clank onto the surface of the bedside table where he could withdraw his hands from around it. Hank was well acquainted with the loneliness he saw in Connor. For Hank, it was his desire to fight for the deviant's cause that kept him going, not anything to do with himself or any one person in particular. It was the hope that he could give people a chance to live how they wanted to, in ways he couldn't. He still had his life because he dedicated it to others, with little concern for what it did to him in the process. Everyone he met, everyone he did successfully manage to help were all gone and permanently out of his life. They were free, and Hank was just a memory they might eventually forget. It meant that, in some ways, he understood. While there were things that were worse for Connor given that he had the burden of his own cruelty, despite the fact their circumstances were vastly different, their feelings that regarded being alone were very much in line with each other, and that's precisely what made it so fucking hard.

    Hank stared, at a momentary loss for what to add when he'd yet to find something to help his own case. His mouth hung partially open, of no good use on its own when his brain had halted in its tracks. "Shit," was all he could breathe the more he watched that expression. It made him think back to Cole, when the closest friend his little boy had made moved out of State. The loneliness he'd engulfed himself in as a result, the fear that he'd never find someone else.

    It also reminded Hank of his ex-wife, all the times she'd found herself buried under piles of stress when everything from work to so called friends had been left to her and she came home screaming with tears in her eyes.

    Both were people he'd cared about, both gone. Both of them in search of something they couldn't reach on their own. So, maybe the right thing to do was something similar to what he'd done for them. Comfort in proximity.

    Hank pushed himself out of his chair and stepped closer to the bed, nudging at Connor, "Try and move over. You too, Sumo." The dog whined in protest, but lifted up far enough to roll toward the other side of the mattress he'd already stolen half of. Hank helped ease Connor over enough for him to squeeze onto to the bed beside him. "C'mere," although awkward in his movements and not entirely sure it was the right choice - despite his earlier willingness to carry Connor left and right around the house - Hank threw an arm behind Connor's head to rest it along the span of his shoulders. His uncertainty made his muscles stiff and his stare was wandering anywhere but at his side, even as he noticed Sumo out of the corner of his eye making himself comfortable again with his head back on Connor's lap, gaze open and vocals whining further when he sensed something off.

    "Just 'cause you didn't have anyone to change for doesn't mean you're still blocked off from finding something bigger than just you. You want to look for meaning, then you don't stop until you find something once you're outta here." Maybe it was a spoonful of nonsense that wouldn't mean a damn thing, but he'd finally gotten his brain able to think coherently, and his voice needed to follow. "Don't be stupid and do what I fucking did." The car, the ice, a funeral, the divorce. One bullet and the barrel of a gun. A refusal to dedicate enough time to experiencing it all again with someone new. "You find something, and you hold onto it."

    Hank didn't know how much of a comfort just saying that was. He only knew of what he had, and what he'd lost. What he'd never managed to find again.
     
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  4. SerinaBloom

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    When Connor had finished speaking, the silence hung in the air like a heavy mist in the early morning. What was he thinking saying all that in front of Hank? It was stupid for him to think that his lack of purpose had anything to do with him or that there was anything that Hank could do about it. He should have just stayed quiet or changed the subject. He looked away from Hank for a moment trying to hide his embarrassment while attempting to pull himself together. He thought that it was almost pathetic how much he was relying on Hank, not just physically like before, but now it was emotional. He probably didn't want to hear all of this from him considering everything that had happened between them. It all made sense why Connor was alone. Unlike the other deviants he had never been put in a position to fight for anyone or if he had he had been blind to it. It was his own fault that he ended up here.

    Hearing Hank curse he sighed heavily, expecting to get some lecture or criticism that followed after. Instead he heard the creak of the chair as hank got up from it. He looked up to see where he was going and found him immediately at his bedside. When told to move over Connor looked briefly surprised before he started shuffling to the side, able to to move his legs just enough to get them out of the way. Looking to his right he watched as Hank slowly settled down onto the bed next to him and moved to sit beside him. Briefly he turned his attention back to Sumo as the large dog trudged across the bed and once again laid across his lap. Placing his hand on the furry head, he didn't expect the action to be mimicked by Hank when he felt the weight of the older man's arm across his shoulders.

    His head turned to look at Hank in mild surprise once again. He couldn't put a finger on it, but something about this was different from all the times Hank had carried him. He didn't have to do it. It was a completely unnecessary action that served no practical purpose. Connor listened as Hank began to speak and it became clear to him. He felt comforted and touched by his words and his actions. Even though Connor was so inexplicably lost Hank was trying his best to help him find his way, even if he didn't quite know how. The encouragement warmed his heart and lifted the metaphorical weight from his shoulders a bit. He didn't know if it was the best course of action to take, but Connor wanted to show him his appreciation in a subtle way. He turn his head to face forward before slowly leaning it to the side and resting it on Hank's shoulder.

    "Thank you Lieutenant..."
     
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  5. Entrust

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    There was relief in knowing something Hank had done went right, and the weight against his shoulder eased away the uncertainty that had him caged in. It gave him enough confidence to tighten his hold just the tiniest bit further, his muscles losing their tenseness and allowing him to start feeling his own sense of comfort from the close proximity of another person. Connor wasn't the only one to benefit from it, maybe Hank had needed it just as much. Maybe he'd needed it more.

    "Connor," he looked down as the name left his mouth, "you're sittin' less than a breath away and already slept in my damn bed. You can drop the 'Lieutenant'."

    His hand moved on its own, daring or brave, he wouldn't have been able to say because his brain wasn't working fast enough to catch up with him by the time he was already reaching for the lock of hair over Connor's forehead, brushing it back with the rest just to watch it slip through his fingers and fall right back into place. It didn't stop his digits from combing their way to the nape of Connor's neck, where they circled back to the front to repeat the motion. It was another gesture he'd used to try and soothe away the bad whenever Cole or his ex-wife needed it. It was starting to make him question who he was actually doing it for. Was he really that fucking touch starved?

    "Outta all the ways this morning coulda gone, this isn't the sort of turn you expect to see comin'," not to mention he was probably overstepping, and the uncertainty from earlier was close to reemerging. He hadn't said it like he planned on pulling away, it was more of an offhand comment. One he chose to add onto, "Look, I, uh. Didn't mean to get you worked up over a shitty question." It was an equally shitty sort of apology, but it had been his fault in the first place. Connor would've been fine if Hank had just let him do that damn search instead of being nosy.
     
  6. SerinaBloom

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    Connor continued to smile as Hank's hold on him tightened. It was the first sign of genuine affection anyone had ever shown him. Before it had always been formal interactions with people who didn't care about who he was or what he wanted. Hank cared about what Connor thought and what he felt. It made him feel warm inside. When he brought up the formal way in which Connor had been addressing him he felt a little embarrassed.

    "Sorry, old habit. I'm not used to calling you by your name."

    He was suddenly struck speechless when he saw Hank reach in front of his face to fix the strands of hair that always hung down onto his forehead. It was a subtle, but touching his hair was a rather intimate gesture. He was surprised that he continued and became bolder as he ran his hand all the way through his hair down to the back of his neck. He was vulnerable there and it sent a gentle shiver down his spine. He stayed still as Hank did it again, finding it oddly soothing and also a rather sweet thing for him to do. he didn't expect that sort of thing from Hank. If android's could blush his cheeks would probably be turning blue right now. He glanced upward at the man when he apologized for bringing on the subject that had gotten them here. In a way Connor was actually thankful that he had.

    "It's alright lieuten- Hank. It's something I need to start seriously thinking about. I've have to do something with myself after I leave after all. I can't have you go through all this trouble for me without proving that it was worth while."
     
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  7. Entrust

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    Although there was a little more hesitation after the first time Hank had combed his hand through and gotten a shiver in response, he'd yet to stop the cycle of motions when Connor didn't ask him to. It made him realize that he'd never actually felt the hair from an android before, so there was a small surprise in just how real it was, how soft the strands were as they passed through his fingers.

    Even Hank could admit that - despite him being the one to insist on it - actually hearing the informality of his first name from Connor was odd as all hell, and yet, it was simultaneously another small nudge away from the old Connor that didn't care about anything not tied to making progress; when he'd been too formal and too dedicated to success. Any kind of step that brought them further from the past was a good move, even if separating the Connor from then and the Connor beside him had already gotten a lot easier than he'd thought it ever would. The fact that Connor wanted all the efforts that were going into getting him out to mean something more than just survival was another great addition to that. Although he'd already demonstrated the signs of it back with the deviants, it gave fuel to any already existing evidence that he was serious about stretching his motivations beyond himself.

    The willingness to do so already did mean something. Hank had every hope he'd carry through with it.

    "Well, we still have to fix you up before we can even try gettin' you out. Buys you some extra time to think about it." The current trip his fingers were making in Connor's hair slowed down, pausing for a moment to play with a few of the strands at the back. Thoughtful. He... wasn't the best at talks like that. It was precisely what led to him relying on proximity to try and give comfort.

    "You were always good at figurin' shit out. That's one thing from before worth holdin' onto."
     
  8. SerinaBloom

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    "I guess so. I'll find something that will work."

    At he moment Connor was still at a loss. Of course he could just run a couple of calculations to see what he was best suited for, but he knew that would all point back to him being made to be a detective. Not only did he not want to be the villain anymore, but he didn't want to do strictly what he was programmed for. He wanted to do whatever he wanted. He'd just have to figure out what that was exactly.

    Connor would leave that for later though. Right now his mind was preoccupied with the closeness between himself and Hank. It was very unusual given that they had never been this close before, said from him being carried, but there was a that sort of emotional connection to it. He could feel Hank playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. He wasn't sure how to behave in response to it, but it felt....nice. He let it continue for a while until something came to mind.

    "Hank, do you have to go in to the DPD today?"
     
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  9. Entrust

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    "S'posed to, but not this early. Had a long day before I stopped by the subway last night, so I already talked with Jeffrey about workin' a later shift." It probably would've been smarter for Hank to take advantage of the situation by sleeping in, but he'd already passed on the opportunity now that he was up and moving around. Maybe one day he'd actually try putting a little more effort into lengthening the amount of hours he spent resting.

    The question did make him curious, however. "You got a reason for asking?" He craned his neck slightly so his eyes were able to focus a little better on Connor, "Didn't change your mind about being left with Sumo, did you?" He remembered Connor saying he trusted he was safe staying there if Hank had to leave, but Hank still wasn't ready to give up on his own doubts yet. Conversely, as much as he didn't like it, he did already mention the importance of going in - taking advantage of the information he could get from the DPD and case files could mean good things for the deviants.

    It also meant he had to deal with shit from Reed now and again, but fortunately they spent more time avoiding each other over barking insults across the precinct. It was the RK900 that was the problem - if he ever gained any suspicions, Hank had a feeling it wouldn't be long before all his efforts to help androids were shut down, either by a bullet or a jail cell. Thank fuck they weren't partnered up, or Hank would have already been stopped in his tracks.
     
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    "Mm....I suppose in a way I am, but I was also curious about what has ben happening since I was last there. I was told that an RK900 was put in place there. I guess I'm curious if they have it out for me."

    One could only imagine how frightening it was to be hunted by someone who shared the same face as you. Connor unfortunately didn't have to. It was something he worried about since the moment he had turned. As soon as Amanda had told him RK900 was going to replace him and he started running there was always a fear that they would be right behind him. He had been very successful in his missions, unfortunately, so who knew how advanced the RK900 would be by comparison. Amanda said he was faster and strong. They had also taken measures to get rid of any "software malfunctions." It's why he was so eager to leave Detroit.

    He was hoping that Hank could tell him if he was being looked for. If he was he could maybe find some information about how close they were to finding him. He wouldn't want him to raise suspicion either though. Hank didn't need to put himself in more danger than he already was in for his sake.
     
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    Hank's fingers froze in their tracks, the hairs they'd been lightly tangled in slipping loose to fall back into their proper place. He'd made it a point to stay as far away from the RK900 as he could - just by looking at the thing, he'd always felt like any interactions with him would've made Connor's time as a machine seem like a fucking joke by comparison. If CyberLife was aiming for intimidation, they sure hit the nail right on the head. The last thing he wanted was an upgraded version of Connor breathing down his neck. "Yeah, we've got one nosing around. I make a damn point of steerin' clear." Hank already had to be careful for his own sake so he could continue to protect the deviants. If he drew enough suspicion to have someone start investigating his movements, every last deviant in the subway would go down with him.

    He exhaled, his arm returning down to where it started, still behind Connor's head but now back around his shoulders. "Only thing I've heard from him was that your model was bein' replaced. Far as I knew at the time, you were already dead." And back then, it hadn't meant much. Now, however, Connor's worry was becoming his own. Could the RK900 have been after Connor? He was working for the DPD, so if he was, Jeffrey should have said something about it. He and Hank had known each other long enough for that.

    Doubt had crept up again regardless, pressuring Hank's back to go rigid against the headboard. "Look, unless there's something goin' on I don't know about, the DPD doesn't have a damn thing on me and I haven't heard shit about you around the precinct." It didn't mean they were safe, and he wasn't going to hide behind a wall of lies to make it feel that way. He was basing it on current facts, but he wasn't stupid enough to ignore potential threats when treading on dangerous waters. "I'll keep an ear to the ground, but you're gonna make me fuckin' paranoid." It was already established how much he didn't like the idea of Connor being stuck at the house in his current condition. Even with Sumo there, it wasn't as though the dog could pick him up and carry him away from danger.
     
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  12. SerinaBloom

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    Connor took everything in as Hank said it. He felt a slight disappointment when Hank took his hand away from his hair, but was relieved to hear that there was no word about a search for him yet. Ofc course that didn't mean they were out of the clear. They could be keeping quiet about it and since Hank had been avoiding his replacement it was likely he wouldn't have known anyway. They needed to continue being careful not to raise any suspicion with anyone. Connor needed to lie low and Hank had to keep up appearances.

    "Sorry Hank. I was just wondering. Still, if you haven't heard anything then maybe it's nothing. I was just a prototype after all. I wasn't perfect. They're probably just lumping me in with the rest of the deviants. They won't care about more much more than any of the others."

    This was Connors way of trying to ease both their nerves a bit. He didn't want to begin the cycle of paranoia all over again. So long as the both of hem stayed calm he'd be fine and soon he'd get what heed needed to leave the city. He looked up at Hank once more, trying to get a gauge of what he was thinking about. It was hard for him to do anymore seeing how unpredictable things had become.
     
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    Hank's brow disappeared somewhere in his hairline. He understood what Connor was getting at, but thought he was doing a pretty shit job at it. Degrading himself to make them both feel better? What the hell kind of plan was that? As though to emphasize the ridiculousness of it, he chose to play along with more feigned seriousness in his voice and across his features than what was probably required, "Well if you're gonna insult yourself, may as well cover all your bases. It'll look like a fuckin' minefield by the time we're done." His free arm moved into view with a finger raised, "You left out faulty coding. You might have been good at solving cases, but you were shit at doin' what I told you to. Folks don't like androids that can't follow orders."

    A second finger and a third lifted simultaneously, "We also don't like it when they break our windows or use their hands as a fuckin' alarm clock. What the fuck ever happened to the first rule of robotics?" A fourth digit made an appearance, "Just so you know, you're banned from the bathroom and all other water sources once we get your legs workin' again." Finally he was up to five, "And licking the fuckin' evidence? There's an asshole at CyberLife just askin' to lose his job for that one."

    So, maybe the complaints somehow managed to ease the tension in his back, rather than prove his point of the whole thing being a stupid idea. "Some advanced prototype you are, Connor. They've got a lot of reasons to not want you back, and I'm outta my damn mind for keepin' you around." It wasn't a true insult, the sudden softening of his expression should've conveyed that. Although it was a sincere thought at the start of their meet-up, things had changed and they'd changed fast. Hank was sitting in the comfort of his own home with the last person he'd have thought he'd ever invite back - although Connor hadn't been invited the first time - and for a split moment, all the stress that'd kept him weighed down seemed to roll off his shoulders.

    There was a pause as he realized what'd just happened. "Christ, that shitty idea of yours actually worked."
     
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    Connor watched as Hank brought up his hand and noted his serious tone as he began to speak. He wasn't sure what he was doing at first when he said he was going to "cover all the bases." The first criticism he had seemed legitimate. It was true that while he was working with Hank Connor had rarely ever followed his orders and sticking together was not often part of their routine. The second comment was where Connor realized that this was Hank being funny. he was trying to lighten the mood the same way he had. He did a much better job at it that he had.

    When Hank alluded to Connor's intrusion that night and the way he had roused him from his drunken stupor, he smiled and pursed his lips trying not to laugh. His shoulders were shaking slightly as a result. The next point he made did it for Connor and he started laughing. It was a warm and lovely sounding laugh. Connor had never heard himself laugh before. It was very freeing and made him feel so much better.

    Finally, when Hank brought his method of evidence analysis, Connors laugh only became stronger and more full. It felt like all of the tension and worry that had been hanging in the air around them all morning had dissipated along with the fog outside. Slowly his laughter came to an end leaving a relaxed and bright smile on his face. He hadn't felt happy like this before. Seeing the expression on hank's face let him know that Hank had found it to be a rather amusing and relaxing moment as well.

    "I'm glad that it did."
     
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    Hank tried to keep his cool, he really did. Near the end of their conversation when Connor's laugh reached heights he didn't think possible, he'd plummeted deep - all the way into the depths of failure when his own body took him beyond the reach of relaxation with a tugging at the corners of his mouth he hadn't felt in years. Maybe somewhere at his core he was a weak man for a sound that sincere, that goddamn beautiful, and he'd cracked. He'd cracked with the realest fucking smile he'd ever find himself able to muster. When Connor's laughter died down into an equally bright beam, the arm Hank had around his shoulders pulled him closer.

    There were stirrings of something pleasant somewhere inside his chest that Hank didn't know why he was fighting against, and currently it was obvious that he was an absolute mess of fuck ups when it came to control, because when he dipped his chin down to suppress any sound, something slipped out and he wasn't sure what it was as it didn't sound like a proper laugh, but he also didn't fucking care. It didn't matter that it was delayed from Connor's euphonious little burst, it was okay because it had let him hear it instead of ruining it by blending his own noises in with the sound.

    A slight turn in his neck and his head was bumping against Connor's, but Hank wasn't moving away.

    "Connor, you're still a pain in my ass, but this-" he threw up the hand he'd counted on moments ago, trying his damnedest to indicate the embodiment of what was happening, from the smiles to the laughter to the cringe-worthy euphoria, "-is something worth seein' again."
     
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    Connor looked mildly surprised as Hank pulled him closer and rested his forehead against his own. They were practically breathing the same air. Sort of, since Connor didn't technically need to breath. If he focused his senses he thought he could feel Hank's heart beating just slightly fast than usual, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. For the moment he was starring back into Hank's iridescent blue eyes, which were in contrast to his deep brown ones. This was the first time he had ever seen him smile. The short silence between them didn't seem awkward or tense. It just felt natural.

    He was beginning to realize that in the short amount of time that he had spent with Hank in the last 24 hours he had made more of a connection with him than he had over the entirety of their time together on the case. He didn't really know how it had happened, but it didn't matter much. It just made him happy. There was finally someone that Connor would like to consider himself close to and he had a feeling that maybe Hank felt that too. He didn't feel alone all of a sudden. It felt like he had someone in his corner, 100%. When Hank finally spoke and gestured with his hand, Connor's gaze only diverted for a moment before looking back to him. He smiled once again and gave a small nod of agreement.

    "Yes, I think so too."
     
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    Temptation drove Hank's hand forward, first to the side of Connor's neck with a brush of the thumb under his chin, then to the back where it froze itself. It'd only taken the span of one conversation to go from a developing friendship to the world flipping itself upside down. There was sense of it all just being right, but it came hand-in-hand with the confusion over why. Everything had come at him too late and yet too fast, rolling in like a tidal wave itching to sweep him right up. They'd experienced a spark, bright and vivid, something he'd once wrote off as being impossible to achieve. He could feel the unsteadiness it brought to his heart, hear it pulsing in his ear drums.

    There were deep-seated urges Hank hadn't felt since his youth that had him leaning the slightest bit closer, feeling the tickle of Connor's nose against his own and the heaviness of his eyelids as they lowered to blacken his view. Those same urges clawed at him, pleaded with him to abandon cautiousness, to forget the impossibility that such actions would lead to. It would've been easy to answer their call, but Hank had too many years behind him in too many shades of hurt and loss that he didn't want to experience again when the inevitable came; when he'd blink his eyes and Connor would be gone like all the rest before him, so Hank fought. He fought as well as he could in the moment of weakness, pulling himself back so there was distance between their faces that made it easier for him to breathe again while the hand at Connor's neck drew him into Hank's chest instead, his chin settling itself over the top of dark hair and his fingers grazing along his nape.

    For once, he chose not say anything, not when the silence felt more calming. It made it easier in the metaphorical sense not to stagger, not to fall.

    Hank focused on getting his breathing back under control.
     
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    Connor was caught by surprise as Hank's hand circled around the side of his neck. The feeling of his hand across his skin, and at such a vulnerable area, made him flinch slightly. His head was kept in place by the placement of Hank's thumb beneath his chin. He couldn't look down or look away. It felt like time spotted briefly in that moment. He had experienced that feeling in the past. When he would reconstruct scenes in his head the world around him just stopped. This was different. he didn't know what was happening or what to do. It was the first time he found himself at a complete loss.

    He watched quietly as Hank leaned slightly closer, the sensation of their noses touching, a bit of an odd one. The silence and the intense gaze between them continued uninterrupted. He tried to think about what was going on when suddenly he was moved again. Hank had pulled him closer to place Connor's head against his chest. He blinked slightly in confusion and turned his gaze up, but could not see Hanks face from this angel. He looked forward again and took a soft breath in and then out. He felt....disappointed? He couldn't say why. Then he heard a thumping in his hear and listened more closely. It was his heart beat. Connor smiled slightly as he listened to it. The pace was quickened and he could hear that his breathing was deeper as well. He was quiet a moment longer, letting the silence linger and his heart beat become steady once again.

    "Are you alright Hank? Your heart was beating faster than usual."
     
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    Hank didn't respond right away. This time around, Connor's obliviousness had him drowning in an array of different emotions. Even with the happiness Hank had seen in his expression, and despite how Connor was made to integrate with humans, it was obvious he still had no idea how they worked. Connor couldn't understand what the hell the two of them had almost gotten themselves into, unquestionably because he'd never had experience with it. It wasn't fair to throw a reckless impulse over his shoulders like that. The only silver lining Hank could see in the naivety was that it'd make backpedaling more simple. He didn't want to lose that splash of unexpected bliss, but pushing for more was asking for it all to come crashing down around both their ears, because once Connor was well again and he could be moved out of Detroit, that's precisely what would happen.

    For all Hank knew, had he gone through with- that, it would've just been a momentary lapse in judgement that only sprang to life when two people who shared a familiarity with loneliness felt happiness at the same time. There was nothing to say it meant anything beyond that, aside from the sudden twist in his gut he'd gotten from thinking about it. Yes, he knew damn well they'd somehow managed to build some kind of connection in a very small amount of time, but that was the problem. Every bit of it was tumbling in too fast, and all the signs that might've explained everything were too blurred from the speed to read. Hank was only trying to do what he'd considered to be the right thing when he'd set his mind on helping Connor, and now that choice left him in over his head.

    He made it a point not to pull away from their hold. He wasn't ready to risk a glimpse at those brown eyes that anymore seemed too good at expressing emotion. It was better to avoid that for a little while longer.

    "It's nothin'," Hank wasn't sure he'd have sounded reassuring if he'd bothered to try. Instead, the words came out low with a level of seriousness being dragged behind them, suggesting they held more weight than he was willing to share. Not a particularly smart move to pull in front of an android designed for interrogation. "'Sides," he very quickly chose to add on, "I'm not the one who can't get outta bed."

    Although Hank kept his chin over Connor's head where those soft dark strands tickled at his beard, his own comment stirred up a new thought that had his eyes wandering down and past Sumo, toward Connor's lower limbs. "How're your legs, anyway? Saw you moving 'em around a little when I nudged you over." Even he had to admit it was a shitty attempt, but he needed an out to keep him from being a different kind of stupid.
     
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    Connor waited for his response, noting the long pause before Hank actually answered his question. There was an air followed by his serious tone that made Connor think that something wasn't fine, but if Hank insisted that he was he probably wouldn't say anything if he pressed him about it. He might be skilled at interrogation, but his methods were likely not very effective on Hank's disposition. When he brought up his current disability Connor let out a single chuckle. He glanced down past Sumo at his feet when the question came up.

    "Well I seem to be able to move them just fine, but I'm just sure I have the strength to stand. I haven't tried it yet since I've been held hostage by a certain someone."

    He chuckled through his lips and reached down to pet Sumo on the head. The dog let out a muffled bark against this leg and he smiled in response. Connor pulled back his hand and continued to rest against Hanks chest. This position might be odd, but he found it nice and rather comforting.

    "I have a feeling I won't be able to properly move around again until i get more thirium. Physical movement is what drains our stores the most followed by system processes."

    He knew it would probably be a while until he got more thirium. He wasn't at dangerously low levels yet. He'd start being in trouble once he was down to two pints. At that point he'd barely be able to move at all. It was a bit frightening to think about, not being able to move on your own. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
     
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