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[Connor gives the sandwich an unimpressed look, but he doesn’t offer to make a better one. As much as distracting himself would probably help, he also just... doesn’t really care right now.

When Hank sits beside him he’s quiet for a moment, before leaning against him. He closes his eyes and lets himself focus on the Bond, his last one, and wills himself to not think about how much he misses Justine and the SQUIP.]

I’m sorry.

[He stares ahead, breaking the silence.]

I should have been more careful... looking back now, it was obvious those fires were a diversion. I didn’t manage to figure that out in time.

[Christ, he's about to tear up. Good thing he can concentrate on both Sumo and Connor instead of his own emotions.]

Shit Connor...you can't know everything . Especially not in a world that doesn't obey the same goddamn rules that we have home. If anything, I should be apologizing not being able to arrive on time.

You couldn’t have known where they were keeping us.

[He moves a hand to clutch at Hank’s arm, resisting the urge to add “you’re only human” to the end of that. Being human isn’t a bad thing, but there are some things they simply can’t do that an advanced android detective can.]

I’m not angry at you for not finding me, Hank. I’m just glad I got to see you again.

[When he thought he was going to die in those cells, he’d lamented the idea of never seeing him again.]

I looked...I helped others along the way...

[He blames himself for not rushing in instead, and even Connor's words are hard to stop that self-blame he's so fond of. Silently he just puts the sandwich on the edge of the couch, even as Sumo eyes it, beginning to salivate. Yeah, fuck hunger.]

I felt the same. 'What if I get there too late?' I was worried the bond would suddenly disappeared. I don't know what I would have done...

I knew you were looking. And that if that was the case, there was always a chance you’d find me. It kept me going.

[He looks up at Hank, cheek still resting against his shoulder.]

So thank you for that.

[At the very least Hank gave him hope.]

[There's a tiny smile on Hank's face. The type that if you blink or if you watch closely, you think it's just an illusion. Briefly, he brings Connor closer with a movement of his hand.]

Yeah uh...least I could do.

[Hank Anderson has problems with 'you're welcome'.]

Guess we made sure the other kept themselves alive, in a way.

Guess we did.

[Connor sees that tiny smile and gives his own in return. It’s not quite as effortless as he’s used to, though. Smiling is somehow harder.

He links their fingers together, rubbing his thumb affectionately across Hank’s skin. This is what he needed. Some time to repair the Bond that had been tampered with. Physical contact is the fastest way to do that.]

Thank you for this, too. It’s making me feel better.

[He lets Connor lead tonight, not wanting to deny him anything. Maybe there was some guilt involved in there as well, but after such a hardship, it was nice to at least attempt to relax. Besides, even he had to admit that it felt nice.]

Yeah...I'm just glad it can help in some way.

[He'd need to study more. Find better ways to fight back. So shit like this didn't happen again.]

Me too.

[He'd been convinced that nothing would make him feel better, but as it turns out just some time with Hank is doing a pretty good job. The heat from both Hank and Sumo on either side of him is comforting, though maybe the drool pooling on his knee where Sumo is eyeing up that sandwich is less pleasant.]

Please eat your sandwich before Sumo causes my tail to grow again.

Aww fuck... Sumo! Stop that!

[Taken out of the moment, he gives the dog a daggerous look as he quickly plops the remaining pieces of the food in his mouth, trying his best not to choke himself. Sumo whines at the loss of his food but Hank tosses him a tiny bit of the bread at him, so that the slobbering can at least be confined to the couch.]

Urgh...sorry.

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