What makes us human?

Anastacia rubbed her face, “Buzzkill…”She accused, “It’s no fun to drink alone.” Anastacia was one that liked to party. The more wild, the better. She had never gotten caught by police, however, she knew full well that it was affecting her mentally, if not physically.

He chuckled, “not the worst thing I’ve been called.” He shrugged, “well I’ll be with you to make sure you make it home safe, so I’ll stay and have a drink if you’d like. My name by the way is 天使 (Tenshi), or Angel in English, since you still haven’t asked.” He said playfully, his Japanese accent slipping in slightly.

“I’m Anastacia.” She held out a wobbly hand. “You’re not from around here, are you? People aren’t that nice, and then there’s the accent.” She looked at him. He looked kind, not like the others at this now dwindling party that she had met. 

He smiled happily and shook her hand, “I’m from Japan and I’m nice to people unless they give me a reason not to be.”

Anastacia rubbed her face, “Buzzkill…”She accused, “It’s no fun to drink alone.” Anastacia was one that liked to party. The more wild, the better. She had never gotten caught by police, however, she knew full well that it was affecting her mentally, if not physically.

He chuckled, “not the worst thing I’ve been called.” He shrugged, “well I’ll be with you to make sure you make it home safe, so I’ll stay and have a drink if you’d like. My name by the way is 天使 (Tenshi), or Angel in English, since you still haven’t asked.” He said playfully, his Japanese accent slipping in slightly.

He sighed and moved the bottle further away from her, “I may not be your parent, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you harm your liver.” Angel had been drinking too, but he was unaffected by alcohol. “I’d much rather make sure you get home safe.”

Anastacia sighed, all but whispering, “Why do you even care?” At his point in her life, she had come to accept that she had a lot of party-type friends, but no one really genuine in her life. 

“Because I care about peoples safety and I don’t want someone to take advantage of you while you’re drunk.” He adjusted his sunglasses, he wore them at all times around humans, using the excuse that his eyes were light sensitive. “How about I call an uber, get you home and then you can have one more drink once I know you’re safe?”

Angel lent against the counter and tilted his head, he had a feeling he shouldn’t ask but he did it anyway. “Who is Cole?”

Yep, he shouldn’t have asked. “I’m sorry...but you have me and Conner now.” He said trying to make things better, he hadn’t meant to make Hank sad.

“Western classical music is nice, but I like rock and jazz. I should introduce you to the classical music of my home, it’s so soothing and meaningful.” He said happily, holding Connor’s hand firmly. 

Connor smiled a little, and nodded. “I’d like that.” He said to him quietly. 

With a big smile Angel said, “great! Are you interested in learning an instrument?”

“Learning an instrument?” He echoed, tilting his head slightly. “I suppose it could be interesting…” 

“Learning is fun.” He said happily as they neared the store, “when we go in, how about you go look at the string instruments, maybe the violins?”

He sighed and moved the bottle further away from her, “I may not be your parent, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you harm your liver.” Angel had been drinking too, but he was unaffected by alcohol. “I’d much rather make sure you get home safe.”

“Western classical music is nice, but I like rock and jazz. I should introduce you to the classical music of my home, it’s so soothing and meaningful.” He said happily, holding Connor’s hand firmly. 

Connor smiled a little, and nodded. “I’d like that.” He said to him quietly. 

With a big smile Angel said, "great! Are you interested in learning an instrument?"

Angel lent against the counter and tilted his head, he had a feeling he shouldn't ask but he did it anyway. "Who is Cole?"

“Western classical music is nice, but I like rock and jazz. I should introduce you to the classical music of my home, it’s so soothing and meaningful.” He said happily, holding Connor’s hand firmly. 

Angel thought for a moment, “Mr Anderson, should we go have coffee?” He figured Connor needed a chance to process what happened and he knew if he stayed in the room he’d just fuss over him, plus it would give Markus and Connor a chance to talk. 

Hank seemed a little confused by the question, but he nodded and let Angel lead him from the room, leaving the two other androids alone in the room. 

Once they were in the kitchen he started making coffee like he’d suggested. “I thought maybe Connor would like some time to process what happened.” He took off his sunglasses, “Mr Anderson…what would you do if he hadn’t woke up?”

Hank nodded at the explanation, though he looked to Angel at the question. “I would have done whatever it took to wake him up.” He replied.

“How do you view him? As a work partner, a friend, a son, what? I don’t know what he is to me, but I do know that I don’t want to be alive without him.” Angel didn’t have the most healthy connections to people, but given his creator it wasn’t that surprising. “But what if he could never be awoken again? I think I’d make sure you’re okay, and then deactivate myself if he never woke up again.” 

Angel thought for a moment, “Mr Anderson, should we go have coffee?” He figured Connor needed a chance to process what happened and he knew if he stayed in the room he’d just fuss over him, plus it would give Markus and Connor a chance to talk. 

Hank seemed a little confused by the question, but he nodded and let Angel lead him from the room, leaving the two other androids alone in the room. 

Once they were in the kitchen he started making coffee like he’d suggested. “I thought maybe Connor would like some time to process what happened.” He took off his sunglasses, “Mr Anderson...what would you do if he hadn’t woke up?”

He smiled and picked up his sunglasses, sliding them back on. “Can we hold hands out in the snow?” He asked, unaware of the mixed signals he was giving Connor about who he was attracted to as he grabbed his jacket.

Connor’s confusion increased at the question, but he nodded a little and pulled his coat on. “Alright.” He said. 

Angel smiled and once they were out in the snow he took Connor’s hand, “do you like music?” He asked as they started walking.

He smiled and picked up his sunglasses, sliding them back on. “Can we hold hands out in the snow?” He asked, unaware of the mixed signals he was giving Connor about who he was attracted to as he grabbed his jacket.

Angel thought for a moment, “Mr Anderson, should we go have coffee?” He figured Connor needed a chance to process what happened and he knew if he stayed in the room he’d just fuss over him, plus it would give Markus and Connor a chance to talk. 

Connor nodded, giving a small smile and pulling the movie up easily.

The movie opened with a policeman introducing himself in a bad ass montage of his accomplishments. Angel thought it was the perfect film for them, it had policemen for Connor and comedy for Angel.

Connor watched the movie, but he couldn’t help making a connection. Lieutenant Angel? Was it possible that Angel has picked this movie out of some sort of… fantasy? He didn’t showdowns that made him feel, however, simply watching the movie.

Angel couldn’t help but giggle at the funny bits. Once the movie was over, he looked at Connor, “he’s still not back...” he looked at the time, “want to go to the shops? I’ve been wanting to go to the music store and look at the guitars.”