Shapes of love

I wish

Fiction's Title : Shapes of Love

Chapter's Title : I wish

Complete title : I wish you talk to me

Author : KeikoAyameA also known as Keiyane, or even Kei. And that's me if you were wondering :D

Couple (Pairing) : HankCon (Hannor)

Rating : T

Disclaimer : Everything is owned by Quantic Dream... Except for my fucked mind

Note : Hi everyone, how you're doing? Sorry, I miss the date... I was caught with some stuff and no idea about this chapter. But, I'm kinda glad how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it :3

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Shortly after deciding which outfit he will wear for his big come back at DPD, Connor was on his way. He wasn't human, still, his stomach was upside down. A feeling he got used to analyse as anxiety. He could say whatever he wanted and tried to convince himself that he would impose himself and be a tough guy.... He wasn't that tough. He never was, and that was something even North never understood. But, this was it. He couldn't back down. He was at the threshold and felt already out of place. Why did he decide to come back again? He sighed, only to breathe courage, and entered. He felt out of place. He felt their look on him, again. He sensed their whispers and could almost taste their bitterness. Why did he decide to come back? Why? He let out a sigh again as he crossed the main office hall. His aim was simple: going to his desk and letting his synthetic butt sit on his chair. But, half-way he glanced at his Captain office and found him looking at him. No words were needed. He knew exactly that Captain Fowler wanted to talk to him before anything. He clicked his tongue, frustrated as nothing seemed to go as planned. Still he went to his desk.... In fact, he froze at its sight. Something felt different. Connor inspected by eyes his desk without knowing what, or why, but... Something was different. Frowning, he looked at every plushies, at his mind games, at every trace of dust, but... Something was different. He clicked his tongue again without breaking eye contact with those wood planks. He barely heard Chris talking to him.

« Good to see you back Connor... You're back, aren't you?»

His voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Turning to face Chris, he barely smiled while replying.

« Thank you Chris. I think you're the only one to feel that way... » He paused, his heart was breaking as he thought of Hank. AGAIN. How could he get rid of him? He sighed and continued. « Maybe. We'll see. Something is weird with my desk. Do you know what? »

He wasn't really asking, he was wondering out loud. This feeling got him all mixed up. His assurance was all of sudden gone who knows where.

« I know I'm not. But I'm sorry you feel this way. Chief wants to see you, right? » He glanced at Connor's concern and ... remembered that evening when Hank grabbed one of the plushies. Sure he won't tell that or anything Hank confessed this night. « Maybe the cleaning service misplaced one of your stuff. » He couldn't resist the urge to take a glimpse at Hank sitting at his desk without piping words from the start. It was highly uncomfortable but Hank seemed to nod gently without looking at him.

Connor took his time watching his treasured plushies while considering Chris's words. Maybe it was the explanation. Maybe, he read too much into it. But, still, something felt wrong. He frowned again, clicking his tongue again too, and finally let out a sigh, not convinced at all. « Right. Maybe. » He paused, before picking up where he left. « I better... »