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Chapter 7: Morning After

Hank was drinking coffee and reading news with Connor sitting on the other side of the table as Sumo laid there between them on the floor. There was a peaceful silence in the house when suddenly Hank's bedroom door was slammed open and you ran out of there looking white as a sheet.

"Toilet-!" You gagged, quickly slamming a hand over your mouth.

"Right in front of you!" Connor called and you run to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you but even the door couldn't hide the retching that took place on its other side. Hank got up from his seat and went to put bread into the toaster. He knew how to treat hungover, mainly taking the example from those times Connor had been treating his own hangovers.

"Should I check on her?" Connor asked from his friend and the Lieutenant shook his head. "Nah, I'll go."

As soon as the bread was toasting, Hank turned and walked to his bathroom door. He heard you gagging and panting, but he didn't feel like it was his place to enter. So he knocked on the door. "Hey, are you okay there?"

"Y- Yeah, I just-!" Your voice was cut off by a coughing fit, followed by dry heaving. Hank stayed there listening patiently and until you were done coughing.

"H- Hank?" You called uncertainly.

"Yeah?" Hank called back.

"Can I take a shower...?"

"Be my guest. There is a towel on the wall."

"Thank you...!"

Hank nodded but didn't leave until he heard the shower turn on. Pleased that you made it there, he went back to the kitchen where Connor was spreading butter on the toast that had jumped from the toaster. The android turned to look at his friend. "She sounds hungover. Is that why you made toast?"

"Yeah, and, uh, it's delicious," Hank said and took one of the buttered pieces of bread and chomped a big bite out of it. Connor nodded and put two new pieces of bread on the toaster. The older man ate his bread and started on another one while Connor buttered the fresh slices.

Finally, the bathroom door opened and you walked out with a towel wrapped tightly around your body. Hank's eyes widened at the sight of you. Your hair was wet and clung to your skin, but the sight of your just brought back the night before when you had pushed your naked chest against Hank's arm.

"Thank you for letting me use the shower..." You thanked quietly and Hank nodded and swallowed his bread. "No problem."

"I, uh, have you seen my dress? Or... bras?"

Hank felt blood tickling his cheeks as he blushed but he nodded and pointed at the couch.

"Thank you!" You said and quickly went to pick your dress. Hank cleared his throat. "I washed them for you."

You picked your dress and bras and looked at him. "Why, were they dirty?"

More than you knew, but Hank wouldn't tell you what he did with your dress.

"You got some whiskey on them last night and I thought you might not want to smell like bar's floor when you left."

Shit, that sounded bad... But you smiled and nodded. "Thank you for looking after me!"

You went to Hank's room to get dressed up and came out quickly with the towel in your hands and hair as you dried it. Connor turned towards you and set a plate with two pieces of toast on it. "I took the privilege to make you something easy for your stomach."

"Thank you, Connor." You nodded and took a bite out of one. A smile bloomed on your face as you ate and Hank felt his heartbeat for you. You took a couple more bites before you lowered the bread and frowned.

"I'm so sorry Hank..." You grumbled quietly and looked at him, "I was a horrible date... All I did was get drunk and push myself onto you..."

"Don't apologize," Hank said and took a seat next to you. "You were a fun company. And a beautiful one at that."

"I promise, last night wasn't how I actually act..." You blushed and looked aside as took a bite of your bread. "I just got over my head... Seeing you again."

Hank still couldn't believe that you were into him. He could understand if you had a crush on Connor, but why on Earth were you so fixated on him? Did you have some kind of daddy issues? He should have asked last night when you were drunk and wouldn't remember what happened.

"Do you need a lift to your apartment?" He asked and you nodded around your mouthful. "If you can, please?"

Hank nodded and went to dress up so he wouldn't be in his underwear when you were done with the bread. He heard you talk with Connor, but he didn't hear what you were exactly talking about. When Hank came back with some proper clothes on he helped you pick your stuff and took you to your apartment. You turned to look at him and smiled. "Thank you and one more time, I'm sorry."

"Don't get your panties in a twist. You were okay." Hank said and you smiled almost sadly. "I wish I was... See you again?"

"You have my number, all you need to do is call." He replied and you nodded and told him goodbye as you left and entered your apartment building. Hank sighed and drove back to his house. Connor would probably want more details of the night before.