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[This is still so weird being touched like this. Not that Hank (weirdly enough) is minding it, but it's been years since he's bothered touching someone for more than a few seconds (or slightly longer if he's holding them down to cuff them). It does feel like...well he's not sure how to describe it, but the electrical energy that had been building up inside of him is being ebbed away just enough that it's much more tolerable. It gives him Clarity, the type that needs a capital C because it's that important and now he gets why the Bonding ceremony is such a big damn thing in this place. Of course his goal was to help Connor, so he's rather glad his mood is definitely a lot better. Maybe that's why his reaction is both apologetic and embarrassment when he realizes what he's suggested.]

Awww Christ, that's right. The food! Sometimes I forget you're not...well uh...human.

[He waves his free arm as he speaks in a 'you know what I mean considering the changes' gesture.]

How about if I just get some takeout somewhere, grab Sumo and head out to the beach? [He suddenly stops walking realizing he may have come upon the best idea and smiles at him in triumph.] We can make it a celebratory picnic. Being a Mermai--[Wait no he needs to stop calling him the wrong name]--Merrow isn't making you hungry for anything? Fish, algae, how about those little pallets you give goldfish?

[Okay now he's just teasing him, all the more made evident by the playful push of his elbow into Connor's side.]

[He is trying so, so hard not to suggest that the takeout be healthy. He actually has to purse his lips to stop himself. He just promised that he'd stop nagging him, so... he needs to start that now. He stops walking when Hank does, and gives Hank a raised eyebrow at the suggestion.]

No, I don't want to eat fish flakes. I don't think Sparky would appreciate it if I ate all of his food.

[Yes, he called his betta fish Sparky. What of it? On a more serious note, though-]

I have... thoughts of eating, now. Sometimes I'll look at something and think that it might actually be nice to eat it, but... I don't get hungry, as such. And I'm worried that trying to eat something would just cause damage to my body.

[Meaning he'll actually have to be starving before he considers eating finally, just because he's worried about that.]

[As they move again, Hank takes a sudden turn leading them to a nearby general grocery store. As meals and ingredients of all sorts of tempting foods stare right at the both of them, Hank instead finds himself picking out sandwiches from the premade food counter, along with a whole ear of corn, and a...salad. Well, it's not completely healthy, but it's much better than what he'd usually picks. When he's all done, he pays before wondering just why the hell his body felt like it needed those things.

So you now before Connor has his little sassy moment, he just goes out in force with the fish joke.]

Yeah guess he'd hate that. Are you going to move him in the pool once that's done anyway?

[As they walk out, he starts to frown.]

Connor, don't fucking starve yourself just thinking about food. Maybe we could try uh...you take a bite of a sandwich and then we wait to see how your body reacts? Wouldn't be as bad as just eating the entire damn thing.

[Connor is actually kind of speechless as Hank picks up a salad. Did they send an android replacement of Hank or something?]

The pool wouldn't be good for him. Are you okay?

[Serious question.]

I'll try, but I'm really... not sure about it.

[Hank can probably feel his unease.]

[Maybe it's good for Hank's life that Connor doesn't realize that it was his own thoughts influencing him.]

Well it depends what type of pool we're going for. Dunno if you want chlorine or whatever I can use here to make it algae free. A pond-like setting might work better... [Why is Connor even asking about if he's okay? They just bonded. Shit, can he hear his heart beating?! What the fuck is going on..oh. Oh it's the salad. Of course. Hank looks down at his food as if he's realizing what he did for the first time.] Uhhhh....think so? I mean...it's not even that healthy anyway, it's got a cream salad dressing. Heard that shit's worst than hamburgers.

[That'll be his excuse and he'll stick to it.]

Hrrrgh. [He's not sure why but suddenly the idea makes him weary as well. Like some intuition telling him it might not be a good idea.] Maybe it's better to wait in that case. Maybe I can try to see if I can change water to blue blood or some shit.

We can take it a few steps at a time.

[Today there's dressing, tomorrow... maybe less dressing.]

Well, if we're going for a pond setting, we could get some fish for it too. Swimming with fish is very relaxing. It'll have to be a big pond, though.

[And Connor is now wondering if Hank could actually turn water into Thirium, because if he could... well, he'd feel a lot better about potentially getting injured here.]

Sure, sure. Whatever.

[Topic: Avoided, or more at least it wasn't an outright no at this time and Hank couldn't exactly place why.]

Well that's the idea. Fuck it, if I get good enough with magic, I don't even mind making half a pool on one side and a pond on the other and then just hope that I don't step in the backyard when I'm drunk.

[A joke at his expense? Don't mind if he does!]

The blue blood...I don't know if it's possible if I don't know what it's made of. Sure I know some of it because of the takedowns we did for Red Ice, but I left the science stuff to the actual lab technicians.

[Connor purses his lips disapprovingly at the joke, because if he has his way Hank will be drinking less, too.]

I know what it's made of. I've scanned it many times.

[And he could just nick his finger and taste it any time he wanted to know the properties of it again.]

I can write it down for you?

Yeah I figured you would...this would work better if you were the witch I think...

[He thinks about it and then wonders if it's even doable.]

I mean wouldn't I have to start a lab to be able to mix it all together? Remind me later when we're not celebrating to head to the library and see if I could find maybe a spell that duplicates substances, and we could work with what you still have in your body.

Sure. It would be a good thing if we could make more Thirium. If anything ever happens to me here, I don't want to risk the blood loss. I wouldn't function correctly without it.

[He steers Hank towards their cottage when Hank is done paying for his salad, still holding onto his arm.]

Hopefully it won't come to that, though.

Yeah I get you...dunno if healing spells would work in that case.

[He's been starting to study those, but who knows if they were made for androids in mind. Well merrow androids, technically. Fuck technology would be the death of him.

He wants to protest that Connor can let go of his arm now, but somehow it just feels...well right. Besides, if it helps Connor, he'll allow it for now until his brain catches up with it in a day or two.]

Well, I don't know about you, but even I have my limits when it comes to being gloomy. We'll figure something out and meanwhile let's get Sumo and go fucking celebrate.

[Connor nods, seemingly happy with this arrangement.]

I'm glad we Bonded. Things should get better for us both now.

[He feels no need to let go. The contact is nice. He does let go when they get to the cottage though, so that Hank can open the door and get Sumo.]

[ Better for you, at least , Hank can't help but think to himself.]

Yeah, so they say.

[He does give Connor's elbow a brief squeeze before opening the door, maybe because it feels right after all that's happened today. His mind is trying to ignore the fact Connor's been closer to him than a damn poodle like he accused him once before.

The dog seems incredibly delighted to see them, perhaps because he couldn't be brought to the ceremony and for a dog being left alone ten minutes or ten hours is the same. Hank has to admit ever since they've come here, Sumo's been a lot more active than before. Or maybe it's because he actually has Connor taking him on walks now.

Hank finds the leather dog leash he's managed to find in this world and attaches it to him.]

Well, lead the way.

[Connor pats Sumo before they go, because he can't resist. Then he leads the way to the beach, still sticking close to Hank but not touching any more. When they get to the beach he finds a good spot to sit, and starts taking off his shoes.]

The water looks good. Why don't you try swimming a little?

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