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[whateverdontcare]

[ Sometime after This, Hank picks up the phone and gives Connor a call. What is he going to say? God if he knows. But he waits while the thing rings. ]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor answers pretty quickly. If Hank is calling him, is something wrong?]

Hello, Hank. Is everything okay?

[He's just not used to it, okay.]

[whateverdontcare]

[ That was quick. ]

Uh...yeah. I can call you without there being a disaster, you know. 

[plasticasshole]

Oh.

[He blinks.]

Right. Of course. So... what did you want to talk about?

[whateverdontcare]

You... uh...

You doing all right?

[plasticasshole]

[You can almost hear the confusion in the silence that follows.]

...Yes?

[Did someone die or something?]

Are you?

[whateverdontcare]

Yeah. Can't complain.

[ Fuck, now it's awkward. ]

It's been a mess lately, so it's the first time I've had a chance to sit down and make sure you're doin' all right without anything being fucked up.

[plasticasshole]

I see.

[He doesn't.]

Well, I'm... as well as can be expected, I guess.

[Still a little unhappy, but he's since made up with Ethan and -60 isn't after him anymore, so... things are tentatively looking up.]

Is there anything in particular that worries you?

[whateverdontcare]

Yeah. Well. There is one thing.

[ Pause. Awkward pause. Hank is super graceful. ]

You know you can call me if you need something, right? If you need something important or just want to shoot the shit.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor pauses, but he's smiling a little when he replies.]

Of course, Hank. Is that why you've called me? To shoot the shit?

[He's happy to do it, he just didn't know if Hank would want to.]

[whateverdontcare]

[ Sorta. ]

Yeah. We've gotta have normal conversations sometimes, You know. I say how I'm doing, you say how you're feeling and that you discovered how to do some amazing robot thing. Crap like that.

[plasticasshole]

Well, I am figuring out how to cook. It's not necessarily an amazing robot thing, as you so succinctly put it, but I am learning.

[And he sounds pleased with that.]

[whateverdontcare]

Sounds pretty amazing to me.

[ Says the guy who practically lives on takeout. ]

[plasticasshole]

I should cook for you sometime. What would you like?

[whateverdontcare]

Surprise me. Blow me away with your culinary skill.

[ Connor has a knack for surprising him. Although if he cooks him a SALAD, they might have to have words... ]

[plasticasshole]

Are you allergic to anything? Particularly dislike something? I need something to work with.

[He's thinking fish, maybe. Salmon? That's healthy, there are plenty of recipes to work with, and it's available at Fruits Basket.]

[whateverdontcare]

The only thing I'm allergic to is bullshit.

[ He makes a 'heh' noise. He's a riot. ]

How about you try and make me your best burger? I'd be interested in giving that a shot.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor's lips purse into a thin line.]

Well, I wouldn't feed you bullshit.

[Probably.]

But I can make a burger quite easily, I'm sure. Whether or not you enjoy it... well, we'll see.

[He seems pleased at the prospect, though.]