#protectoris

Dammit, he’d literally just gotten comfortable, and then someone had to go ruin it. It had to be Sarge. Grif opened one eye blearily, and peaked at the source of the racket.

Definitely not Sarge. In fact, Grif had never seen this old fuck before in his entire damn life.

Brows furrow at the response he gets. Sure, he knows Hank isn’t the most optimistic and positive person, but he still had hoped for a nicer response to his words than Hank’s normal crude words. Connor was just being nice, wanting to tell the lieutenant something perhaps he didn’t hear often and deserved to be told.

The android truly believes in what he said. To him, Hank is the first good he ever experienced in regards to humans. Hank was kind, even if he had rough edges and harsh words.

"You know..."

Connor had spent a blank minute analysing the styrofoam cup Hank had been nursing, brows pulled together in uneasy contemplation before letting loose; the tone ought to have been familiar to the lieutenant by then. Upbeat, even in the delivery of joyless counsel, the sincerest of attempts to volunteer practical guidance as Connor was capable of. 

"...in one study, 75% of American's were found to be chronically dehydrated. Although many consume enough to hydrate themselves throughout the day, the benefits of adequate water intake are often offset by the excessive consumption of caffeine, alcohol, and sodium."

out of sheer excitement

@protectoris

Stan’s eyebrows shot up, and god he was to drunk for this honestly. He drank entirely to much around Hank and that was probably why he got him so excited in the first place. He can’t even really remember what he said before the other man grabbed him and planted a big one on him.

“Bitchin’ ta a complete stranger ain’t exactly sane.” But then again, who the hell is Stan to judge in what is and isn’t sane. These days he probably had less to say on the matter. He raised an eyebrow when the old man (really younger then him probably but he looked old) slid a grass towards him.

“Ya always buy people ya bitch to a drink or am I just special.” He chuckled as he winked at the man before finishing off his glass to start on the new and free one he was given. He never was going to turn down free drinks.

He took a sip, thinking. “I dunno what ta bitch about really. My life seems ta be going pretty fuckin’ great considerin’. It didn’t go so great before but it’s seemed ta even out finally fur me I guess. Still wanna strangle my brother sometimes, but that’s just life.”

     oh thank goodness he was home. he made it home alright, that was a relief to connor as he was standing there with a stupid smile on his face. 

          “i could have gone out and celebrated, and i probably will, but later.” he informed hank as he was allowed access to the home and entered. “i wanted to make sure that you were okay before i did anything else.” he voiced looking around until he spotted sumo and went over to give him a scratch behind his ear. 

          “i’m glad to see that i was right in thinking you’d be alright.” he voiced, head turning to look at the older man. “i was worried.”