V: Misspoken Words
@oldmandroid
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…” (heartoftherium, we can do my conner as human as you stated in your bio, i like the idea.)
Hank blinked slowly, twice, thrice, and tilted his head to give Connor a look. His closely trimmed beard and mustache helped hide the quirk of a smile on the android’s face.
“I was under the impression you were a young genius, detective. Is math something you flunked in school, or are you distracted?” Perhaps it was Hank’s proximity. He’d noticed a slight, begrudged yet positive reaction from the human when he showed gruff affection for him. He took the slightest sidestep closer to Connor and leaned in a bit to look at the information the detective was attempting to work through. If the warmth of artificial heat from his chest covered the man’s back, all the better.
Connors cheeks flushed a light red at the androids words. “I-I am I'm just tired and these numbers keep moving around the screen” He argued quickly, running a hand over his face. He had gone almost a full twenty-four hours without sleep, and three without a smoke. “Plus you need something to do besides hanging over me” He added, cheeks darkening a bit more at the heat against his back as the android leaned over him. He hadn't been expecting the touch and wasn't quite used to it. Gavin liked to tease him saying he was pretty much an android with how little he got touched by another human. It wasn't his fault, he was just not designed for companions, that's why he enjoyed his work. Well, until they dropped an android in his lap.
