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[Folding his arms, Connor fixes Hank with a look that's both stern and yet worried at the same time.]
And when they're not landing themselves in hospital, too. What did you even do? Have you even been creating Manna with people?
[Did Hank even have the energy required to go around saving people?]
You were explicitly told that you'd need more Manna to keep yourself going.
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[Not that he can really prove this right now with what happened. HE raises his arms then slings them down again, also annoyed, but both with the reaction and Hank's own very guilty feelings.]
I did a bit...look clearly not enough. I was dumb and stupid, okay?
[The answer is: not enough.]
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[Did Hank take his moving out personally?]
If I've done something to upset you, I'd like to know about it. Because right now, I don't understand what the problem is.
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[Or at least he thinks its him - that feeling of both Connors moving out. Maybe it's just a constant thing? Maybe if Sumo was here, he'd feel a little better. Maybe. Who knows. So personally, but not for the reasons that Connor thinks.]
You're living the life you should be living, y'know? An old man like me just...look as I said, wasn't thinkin' too clearly. Thought you might need more space since you moved out, clearly that's not what you wanted.
[Grumpy old man is grumpy, news at ten. An old man who feels a little sluggish at the moment as he takes to a chair.]
I--look, mind holding my hand for a bit while we keep talkin?
[He does look apologetic about it.]
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Why does your age matter?
[He gives Hank a frown, not understanding.]
You think I moved out because- what, you're supposed to be just a sad old man? That isn't it, and you know it.
[Despite everything, he's moving closer and taking Hank's hand in his other one too, clutching it with both hands as he looks up at him.]
Tell me how you really feel.
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Well uh...you know...
[Goddammit.]
That's not what I meant either just that you...[Christ, how does he even begin to explain this.] Other you...we never lived together at all and then at one point you left, you know? Like it was just me around...well me and the other people I knew but you get the fucking picture.
[Tell him how you feel? If only it was that easy.]
You need space, or at least I thought you did, but there's always that fear one day you'll be gone again. Or that I'll be gone from this place.
[So his fear of loss meant he tried to get away from it, because that's very logical (except it's not). It was, however, somewhat every much who Hank was. Not quite ignoring a problem, but trying to get away from it so he can detach himself. Even if he cared.]
So uh...sorry. Guess I came off more of an asshole than anything else.
[There's more, but it's a start.]
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There's... a chance we could leave the other alone here, yes. Of course it's crossed my mind. And we have no idea where we'll end up next. But surely that's more reason to spend more time together here while we can? We never got a chance to just be friends in Detroit. There was always a case, or a mission... something always had to be done. Now we have the time, and yet...
[And yet here they are.]
I had thought that perhaps you didn't really like me, after all. Maybe in Detroit it had been more convenient to pretend. I didn't want to believe it, but I couldn't help but to jump to conclusions when left with my own thoughts. If we'd had this conversation beforehand, things might've been less painful.
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Yeah...conversation is one of my biggest issue. I try to avoid it if I can...Christ.
[Made a mountain out of an anthill, that's what happened.]
Nah I...do like you Connor. I just hate losing people and...I acted like an idiot. I'm sorry.
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[Connor leans in against Hank, closing his eyes and just enjoying the contact. He'd missed him.]
Next time, please just tell me if something is wrong. I'm very advanced, but I can't read minds.
[He opens his eyes briefly, looking up at Hank from his spot against his shoulder.]
Got it?
"Hmmm why am I am not getting tags back?" *notices did not hit send* "Goddamit--"
[Hank wasn't trying to get the hell out of dodge at least now with this. He can't help but snicker at that.]
Weren't you built for that kind of analyses? Sorry, sorry...can't help it. Anyway, yeah I promise. I'll be more...open about it.
RIP
[But he seems to relax, leaning back against him.]
Good. If there's anything else you need to tell me, now would be a good time.
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[It is nice to relax a little after all of that and he slumps a little as well, adjusting his pose so that they touch a little more. Hank is probably the least subtle person when it comes to things like this, admittedly. It's like watching him trying to figure out his phone.]
Uhh...not that I know of...lived with a cannibal for a bit? Ever open a fridge and it looks like the scene of ten murders? Or that they gave me a job for software security? Ended up quittin' after the first week. Kinda glad they don't throw jobs at you here.
[It is rather ironic, considering how much job issues were happening in Detroit due to the androids.]
Maybe if I get stronger again I'll be able to summon Sumo. Kinda sucks I can't seem to do that here.
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It would be nice to have Sumo here, wouldn't it? It would be some company for you, perhaps a little exercise when you talk him for walks.
[Those seem like important things, to Connor.]
I wouldn't mind a pet, but Ethan needs the house kept very clean- as you probably recall. Though I have been considering if something like a reptile would be suitable.