Connors fidgeting... another new algorithm added to his ever expanding program, tugging down at the sleeves of his uniform with a frustrated sigh.
"Goddamnit Connor, what the fuck is wrong with you today?!"
Hanks outburst nearly makes Connor jump out his synthetic skin, smacking his knee on the underside of his desk.
"You've been all... twitchy since we got in the car this morning. Don't think I've seen you sit still all goddamn day."
"Ah..." Connor breaks eye contact with Hank to look down at his jacket, pulling down on the sleeves again. "Well... Since becoming deviant my sense of touch has heightened and until today I had not noticed how... Restrictive my uniform is."
Hank sighs and shakes his head "Well if it's bothering you that badly just wear some other clothes then for fucks sake. I dunno why you keep wearing the damn thing anyways, it has the word Android stamped on your back."
"I don't own any other clothes..." He technically has more than one set of clothes but they're all identical.
"Well you at least got money don't you?"
It's true, Connor has a bank account and a modest amount of money at his disposal, though Cyberlife had cut their connections to the account shortly after Markus had won, Connors use as a deviant hunter no longer necessary. As for his former title as deviant hunter there was mixed opinions amongst the androids about whether or not he was to be trusted. His standing beside Markus during his victory speech and involvement with the evacuation of Jericho were the only things that held him any favor in their eyes... Even if the attack on Jericho had been his fault to begin with. He brings his mind back to the subject at hand.
"Well... then go buy some new clothes Connor, it's not that fucking difficult."
"Would you come with me?" His request seems to catch Hank off guard.
"I... Look. You're your own person now, you don't need to me to go everywhere with you anymore."
Connor feels... Disappointed. Bringing his hands to fold over his lap he shifts his gaze down, LED flashing yellow "I know that I just... I would appreciate having you there."
He's sure that Hanks just going to tell him to 'man up' or something along those lines so when he hears the lieutenant sigh and raise up out his chair with a "Fucking fine, I'll go" Connor can't help the smile that settles itself over his features, beaming over to his human.
Hanks blindsided by the intensity of the smile across Connors face, dark brown eyes scrunched up in genuine happiness and his LED settling back down to a steady pulse of blue. He's still getting used to how emotive Connors face can be now.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Hank mumbles, clearing his throat as he tries to push aside the warm squeeze in his chest from his androids expression. 'Is he really that happy just cause I'm gonna go shopping with him?' He can't fathom why Connor would be so pleased to be spending more time with him, it's not like he's the most pleasant company in the world. Hank snatches up his phone off the desk and shoves it in his pocket, motioning his head toward the door. "Come on, let's go. At least I'll be able to get something for lunch over than another shitty coffee from the canteen."
He watches Connor stand up, fixing the knot of his tie before walking beside him to the car, giving the secretary a wave goodbye as he steps out into the street. Hank furrows his brows feeling a surprising snag of jealousy at the simple exchange. "You like her huh?"
"Yes, she's very pleasant"
Hank nods and pulls himself into the drivers seat, waiting for Connor to get in before continuing his line of questioning, trying to keep it casual as possible. "She your type?"
"Your type... You know." He sighs in exasperation keeping it simple "Are you attracted to her?"
Connors expression doesn't change, LED spinning yellow as Hanks stomach gives an uncomfortable clench. Is he embarrassed for liking her? Deciding whether to admit it to him? He's not sure likes the thought of Connor and her together.
"...No I don't think so besides I think if anything I might be attracted to a more... masculine physique"
Connor trails off seemingly lost in thought as Hank stares off to the road completely dumb founded. It's 2038 all that sexuality drama had died out years ago; gay, straight, bi, fluid, poly... everyone had their thing and people didn't really care much anymore aside from a few assholes the world can never seemingly be rid of. It had just been something that had never occurred to him, he'd just assumed if Connors had any sexual preference it would have been a default to women.
"....does that bother you Hank?" A sad mumble comes from beside him. Hank looks over to Connor, concern painted across his features and his LED flashing red for such a short moment that he almost misses it
"Huh? Fuck no Connor, I don't care about that. Just wasn't expecting you to you know... swing that way"
Hank watches a blue hue spread across Connors cheeks and over the bridge of his nose confused for a moment before realizing the android was blushing. Hanks deciding the best way to break the silence when Connor does it for him.
"I'm glad... to be honest I'd never thought about it till now, but after some calculations I'm fairly certain that I 'swing that way'" The corner of Connors mouth tugs up in a smile, relaxing back into his seat as Hank pulls out onto the road.
Connor thought it'd be easy to pick some new clothes but between Hanks interest in garishly patterns shirts and Connors own lack of experience it's taking significantly longer than he expected, only a few plain white button down shirts folded neatly in his basket. They're not a new addition to his wardrobe but it's one of the few things he doesn't mind about his current attire.
It's not long before something catches Connors attention, a dark blue waistcoat, he flicks through the sizes before pulling out a hanger. Its form sitting but allows free movement for his arms. Non restrictive. It's formal but not overly so... Yes he wants this. He picks one blue and one charcoal and folds them neatly atop the shirts and on top of them eventually go some black jeans, they're similar to his current pair but have a little more give at the knees.
"I'm getting flash backs shopping with my ex wife, I'm gonna fucking die in here I know it"
Connor scowls in Hanks direction "Don't say that!" He doesn't like Hanks lack of concern for his own mortality, it makes his chest uncomfortably tight.
Hank holds up his hands in mock surrender and pushes himself up off his seat, walking over to inspect Connors basket "Hrmph... more fancy shit"
"Fancy shit?" Connor parrots back, enjoying the glance of surprise from Hank as he casually repeats the profanity to him, making note of the reaction and storing it away for further use.
"Yeah, you said you're uncomfortable and all you got is more suits. Why not get some normal shirts or pajamas"
"I don't need pajamas, I don't sleep"
"Well you do that... sleep... Hibernation thing dontcha?"
"Yeah, that. Anyways they're comfortable, people like wearing pajamas to go to sleep in cause they feel nice"
"Oh.." Connor thinks on it for a moment, deciding whether spending money on something so unnecessary would be worth it. 'It's a human kind of thing to do...' He likes that thought and makes his choice. "Okay, I'll buy some" He smiles and scans across the signs littering the store for the nightwear section.
Hank lets out a long suffering sigh and leans against the wall watching Connor skim through different pajama sets till two blue plaid pairs are chosen and places into his haul. He'd expected Connor to branch out a little but he soon realized that the android just doesn't have an opinion on what he wants yet. Having an opinion and preferences was something Cyberlife had quashed out of Connor in an effort to stop him becoming Deviant. Hank chuckles at their failure, feeling pride and happiness for Connors new found freedom.
He realizes he's spaced out for a little while, lost in thoughts and frowns at the area Connor had been standing before. Hank makes his way over to the end of the nightwear section and looks down the aisles either side before spotting his android kneeling on the ground, a dark colored object in his hand...underwear. Hank hesitates for a moment and wonders if Connor had purposefully not invited him along to have some privacy, he's swiftly proved wrong.
"Hank, can you check my label please?" Gesturing toward the small of his back.
Hank splutters, checking they're alone and chokes out "For fucks sake Connor...what, Can't you just take a guess?"
Connor just raises his eyebrows, that annoying know-it-all wikipedia look plastered on his mug "That would be rather inefficient if they don't fit me... It would be quicker if you could just read the label so I can be sure. I know these fit well and there's no use in wasting money wh-"
"Okay okay, just shut up will ya and I'll check..." Hank cuts him off mid sentence knowing the androids tendency to ramble on. He steps over and clears his throat, checking again for passers by as he hears the clicking of Connors belt, it snaps his attention back and Hanks swallows hard, blood rushing in his ears when he looks down. Connors shuffling the back of his jeans lower down till the band of his coal colored underwear is showing and pulls the back of his jacket up, Hanks eyes are drawn to the speckling of freckles trailing down his top of his buttocks. Someone had a fun job designing him...
Drawing in a steadying breath Hank presses his thumbs into Connors waistband before flipping it toward him, rewarded by a small white label flicking out though he feels like the real reward is the view down Connors briefs. His ass is perfectly curved and the empty space between the parting of his cheeks and the fabric is teasing Hanks mind as he imagines being able to slide his hands over his bare ass, spreading his cheeks apart and...
"...Hank?" His name pulls him out midfantasy and he quickly tries to push the images from his mind, clearing his throat.
"It's uh, yeah it's a medium" He replies calm as he can, letting the band snap lightly back into place and watches as Connors fingers disappear down them for a second to push the label back down, sliding the hand over his cheek before pulling his jeans back up to their original height.
"Thanks Hank" Connor pauses and turns round with an amused grin "Your names almost like tha...". His sentence ends early, registering the significant increased blood pressure in his partner. "Lieutenant, are you ok?" Worry clear on his voice. Hanks title seems to get his attention better than his name did, probably from fowler bellowing it from his office over the years.
"Yeah I'm fine, why?" Hanks snaps, his voice is tense... and so is his face.
"Your blood pressure is qui-"
"Argh I'm fine... fucking androids scanning shit... Mind their own goddamn bushiness" Hank mutters mostly to himself, shaking his head.
Connor's smile fades away as he leans down to pick up a couple packs of medium size boxer briefs in black and gray plaid. He doesn't understand what's made Hank mad all of a sudden, usually it's something he's done or said but all he had done was stand there... had he made Hank feel uncomfortable and now he's angry with him for it? It sounds a bit petty even for Hanks standards. He moves along the aisle and grabs a few packs of socks, all black but his gaze falls on some that are black with the addition of a brightly colored checker sole, something in him finds the splash of color appealing and they are added to the pile.
"Sorry Hank... I know don't like me scanning you but it's almost second nature to me... I was built to be a detective" Connor sighs out a mixture of apology and excuses... it still hurts when Hank classifies him as a 'fucking android'. He knows it's not true malice like in the early days of meeting his human counterpart... but they have unpleasant memories attached to them like Hank pressing him against the wall and threatening to set fire to him. The thought sends a shiver through his bio components, LED lighting up red.
"Hey... That's not from me is it?" Connor looks up at Hank to see him tapping two fingers against the side of his temple, mirroring the placement of his LED.
"Not exactly, I was remembering the... Encounter where you mentioned throwing androids, myself included, into a dumpster and setting fire to it... I was just thinking about how that would feel with my new skin sensitivity and... Honestly it scared me." Connor tells the truth and anxiously rubs his thumb across the handles of his basket, the vision of his nanobot skin stripped away to expose smoldering plastic, dripping silicone and the molten metal structures of his body is in a disturbingly high resolution.
"Oh Connor... I... I'm sorry I said that. I would never do anything like that now, please believe me." Connor feels a large hand grip on his shoulder and soothingly rub along his arm "I had a serious grudge against androids and well... You changed my mind."
The last words seem to swell a deep emotion in his chest, touched at Hanks words and they're enough to douse the image in his mind. "You changed me too you know..."
"Hmm. Didn't your switch thingy flip when you were talking to Markus?"
"Yes my 'switch thingy' did, but spending time with you is what allowed him to chip away at the last pieces of the barrier. If I hadn't met you I'm certain his words would have held no sway over me at all. You were the one who taught me empathy and true loyalty, not just programmed into me but earned through real experiences like humans do. You helped me understand what it means to be alive"
Connors thirium pump squeezes with nerves as silence drags on before he's suddenly pulled into a tight hug, eyes wide in surprise as Hanks arms squeeze him closer into his chest. Hanks hugged him before, just once outside the Chicken Feed after the revolution, he'd embraced Connor and they'd stood there for a long moment before settling into Hanks car for a long talk between friends. This hug was different, hanks hand rubbing slow circles into his back and the other pulling him so close that he could feel hanks heartbeat echoing through his chassis. It made his insides feel like they melting and it's over much to quickly when Hank pulls back to smile at him
"If there's anything that I can be proud of Connor... it's to have helped you become who you are now." The words are simple and they mean the absolute world to Connor. "But, let's stop being mushy and finish up here. I'm starving."