#askauhumanconnor

@ask-au-human-connor

Things were going slowly. After the presidential approval, CyberLife Tower had been put in the hands of Detroit’s resident androids. Markus led them in repurposing the building and surrounding area to create a living space for all of them. A park for the children, a library, and hundreds of rooms turned from development labs to apartments.

As for the lower levels, they had turned them into a sort of hospital for androids. That’s where Simon was at the moment. So many were still in need of medical attention after the camps and the fighting and the blonde wasn’t about to sit around uselessly when they needed every available hand. Then he received a message that Connor was on the grounds. Markus was busy so as New Jericho’s second representative Simon had to hand off the blue blood in his hands and go up to greet him.

Connor had taken Hank’s keys, walking out of the building a moment later. He had made sure that there wasn’t anyone following him, knowing that he needed to get away as soon as possible. If he got caught, then there was so much more that could have been messed up. In addition to this, he almost didn’t want to see Hank’s expression when and if he found out. No, it wouldn’t even be for an hour- the probability of Hank finding out was low.

As Connor made it out to Hank’s car, he could vaguely hear a man’s voice behind him. He tried his best to ignore it and continued to walk to Hank’s car, hoping that whoever the voice belonged to wasn’t following him. When Connor got into the car, he had looked up to see that the man had followed him.

“BOY!” Hands latch onto the door just as Connor, fuckin’ Connor!, shuts it. The Lieutenant’s face is a mixed expression of ‘boiiii you done FUCKED UP this time!’ and incredulous confusion. “What tha’ flyin’ hell you doin’?! Didn’t you hear me callin’ for you?! Why the hell-- what the fuck -- why are you in my fuckin’ car?!” He’s talking with his hands like the avid Italian he could be.

Honestly, Hank been minding his own damn business as per usual, letting the world rot around him on the daily. That is, until he decided for a quick run to the nearest coffee shop. Lord knows the caffeine intake could never surmise the liquor factor, but hell if it doesn’t help at least that much. To find his keys aren’t where they should be and watching a very hasty retreating back of a green-nosed rook, Hank hadn’t been ranked to Lieutenant by luck after all.

“Honestly? I think you deserve better than any bad habits you have.” Connor told Hank, sighing to himself. “I’d just like to know that you end up okay.”