#persimmonsofsilver

He had been wanting to find Luu and talk with him. He wanted to apologize for the night they bumped into each other, for potentially ruining that for him. He wanted to set things straight.

But when he saw Luu, that intention changed completely. He could see the man was not well. Something was wrong, and he could tell just by the way he walked. He didn’t have to see his face or his eyes to know he was hurting. “Lieutenant,” Connor spoke up, now picking up his pace to walk alongside the man, “I’ve been looking for you.” A quick scan of the body showed damage. This was invasive, but Connor wanted to know, as Luu probably wouldn’t tell him.

“………” He’s not even confident enough to argue that point anymore. At least out loud.

"WHAT!?"

Connor wasn’t oblivious to the danger he was more than likely placing himself in. But the more he could learn, the more he could understand. He wasn’t helpless either. He had capabilities and he knew how to fight. Not that he thought the Lieutenant would attack him without a reason, but there was always the what if factor to think about. Planning ahead was just one of his features.

“You’ll have to forgive me but I would like to ask questions too,” Connor stated rather bluntly, “But I will keep it to a minimum as to not annoy you.” 

He was curious what it was this man fought for and why he seemed to hate Vash and Nick so much. Perhaps it was because of what they fought for or perhaps it was something more. Whatever the case, those deep questions couldn’t be approached before he the man comfortable with him. He had dealt with disgruntled old men before, and maybe the Lieutenant wasn’t so different from Hank in a way.

It would just take some time for him to warm up.

Quickly, Connor began to tear the rags he was wearing and began to tie off his arm to stop the bleeding before putting his arm in a makeshift sling. He then hoisted the man up, being careful as to not hurt him too badly. He cradled Luu in his arms as he turned to head out of the building.

Find Knives or Vash.

Those were Luu’s instructions. He would go and find Vash. He didn’t trust Knives at all. He also didn’t need the man to know how close their relationship had gotten. He didn’t want anyone to think Luu was no longer useful. So Vash it was, someone else he didn’t want to know about this relationship. 

But it couldn’t be helped. A quick scan and his knowledge of the plant life forms gave him an indication as to where Vash was. So Connor took off, pushing his systems as he went running for the location of Vash. He had to make it. He needed Vash! 

The second he ran into that town, he was yelling. “VASH!” he was frantic, the android seemingly in a panic, “VASH! I NEED YOUR HELP!” People turned, they stared. A homeless looking man was carrying an older injured one and shouting like a mad man. It was quite the scene. 

He hadn’t seen Luu in two weeks and this was what he got. A cold shoulder from a very cold looking man. Something had to have happened and it took a quick scan of the mans body to find it. His arm. Something was wrong. 

Without a word, Connor pushed Luu back with some amount of force to let himself in the lab. The door closed behind him and Connor looked at Luu with an almost confused expression. “What did you do, Luu?” The coldness towards him, the lack of communication, and the outright put off attitude he was giving him. Every indication pointed to something he didn’t want to realize.

Because that was satisfactory. Grabbing Connor by his collar, Luu glared at him. A bit angry but more upset he would try and dismiss it. “Like hell it is nothing! What if something vital was hit!? What if…what if you were unable to return to me!?”