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Hank had been called on an ‘urgent’ case. Another android had killed a human not too far from where he lived. Must’ve been Russo’s, he thought to himself once the call had finished, the place is crawling with androids ripe for deviancy.

But once he had prepared himself, he watched as his best pal flopped in front of the door, making him incapable of leaving. He could’ve gone through the garage and driven himself to the crime scene but he was still hungover from the day before. 

“Hey, bud,” he greeted, giving the Saint Bernard a loving pet behind the ears “You doing okay, there? Mind moving out the way for me?” he paused “No? Very well, then.”

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It’s a showdown that happens every morning: which beast of an animal will win out in the ‘i’m lazier than you are today’ contest? In his prime depression days, Hank wouldn’t even bother nudging the mutt to try and get him to move; he’d just turn and retreat back into his bed.

Today? Today, he doesn’t bother attempting to move a figurative mountain, either. His response is markedly different from his past self, though, and consists of an equally deep sigh ( more out of inconvenience than contentment, as he imagines Sumo’s is ) and a raising of one leg after the other to step over the obstacle. It’s a difference he notices, but doesn’t think much on as he stumbles his way into the bathroom in a half-assed imitation of a hurry; he’s nailed down ‘getting out of bed’, but ‘being on time for work’ is still something that eludes him most days.