[ this is new; connor is actually nervous, and hank has seen him stare down murders and unhinged androids without batting an eye. he'd actually assumed, in their time together and after all the cases they've been on, that connor probably actually lacks the program that enables nervousness.
turns out, he's wrong.
hank's shedding his coat, putting it aside properly as he eyes connor up at down, not quite sure what to expect. he looks fine, and he looks more human like this, perched on the edge of the bed with his posture not as ramrod straight. it's fascinating, how quickly connor learns, his lovely android picking up more and more humanlike mannerisms as the weeks and months pass, but still retaining that strong sense of self. he's an android, he always will be, and hank loves him for it. they've been experimenting with different things more and more often, and hank has enjoyed just about all of it.
it's strange, sure, but it's connor, and hank can't imagine shunning something that connor likes, that he's into -- they have more than their fair share of rocky times, sure, but overall, connor can almost swear that this relationship is more functional than any relationship he's ever had with anyone, and that's just strange, too. connor had gotten comfortable, too, revealing more and more of his real self to him, and hank had taken it in stride (had even read up on it, too, in a bid to understand connor better). it's progress, it's connor showing hank more of himself and trusting him with it, and hank can't help but appreciate it.
he damn sure isn't going to let him down. he leans down instinctively and accepts the soft kiss to his cheek, coming to sit beside him so that connor doesn't have to lean back to look up at him. ]
Something you want to try? Like what? Food? I'm tellin' ya again, skim milk tastes like shit.
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turns out, he's wrong.
hank's shedding his coat, putting it aside properly as he eyes connor up at down, not quite sure what to expect. he looks fine, and he looks more human like this, perched on the edge of the bed with his posture not as ramrod straight. it's fascinating, how quickly connor learns, his lovely android picking up more and more humanlike mannerisms as the weeks and months pass, but still retaining that strong sense of self. he's an android, he always will be, and hank loves him for it. they've been experimenting with different things more and more often, and hank has enjoyed just about all of it.
it's strange, sure, but it's connor, and hank can't imagine shunning something that connor likes, that he's into -- they have more than their fair share of rocky times, sure, but overall, connor can almost swear that this relationship is more functional than any relationship he's ever had with anyone, and that's just strange, too. connor had gotten comfortable, too, revealing more and more of his real self to him, and hank had taken it in stride (had even read up on it, too, in a bid to understand connor better). it's progress, it's connor showing hank more of himself and trusting him with it, and hank can't help but appreciate it.
he damn sure isn't going to let him down. he leans down instinctively and accepts the soft kiss to his cheek, coming to sit beside him so that connor doesn't have to lean back to look up at him. ]
Something you want to try? Like what? Food? I'm tellin' ya again, skim milk tastes like shit.