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︶⊹︶︶୨ cooing sweetly ୧︶︶⊹︶

Their foreheads touched. Connor exhaled softly, feeling the tension of the day leave his body. Hank closed his eyes, savoring a moment of pure, unclouded closeness. The silence was filled only with the sound of their steady breathing and the patter of rain.

"Thanks for staying," Hank said quietly, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'll always stay, Hank," Connor replied just as softly.

In this gesture, as they touched noses, there was nothing of the detectives investigating brutal crimes. Nothing of the android and the lieutenant who had weathered distrust and coldness. There was only Hank and Connor. Two people who had found a home in each other.

Cooing sweetly, they touch noses.