Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Bad Taste

After enjoying two additional days at the cabin; the prolonged stay being of mutual interest once Hank started to fully recover from the snake bite on day three of their vacation and because neither detective wanted to risk returning to the city to get bombarded by nosy, obstructive reporters, the duo had returned home and set about their usual routines. Connor met up with Skye at New Jericho Tower for a nice visit and was informed of the new and quite numerous security improvements that the tower had undergone during his brief absence/ In that time he was also reunited with both Markus and North as they at long last resumed their roles as leaders of New Jericho Tower full time.

While Connor was the tower Hank had spoken to Rose over the phone to let her know what had happened at the cabin and reassured her that he was all right. His right forearm would be sore for a few more days but he wasn't in danger or even at risk of an infection with Connor constantly keeping tabs on his health. It didn't stop her from worrying though, and it only made Hank blush to know she cared so much for him.

After taking a day to unwind and clear their heads the duo prepared for their first shift back at the precinct since the night CyberLife fell, but there was a slight delay that neither had expected. Whereas Hank had always preferred his more casual look of dark jeans and contrastingly colorful long-sleeved shirt over a worn out darker t-shirt, Connor had always worn a uniform; one that had been originally provided to him by CyberLife, but it was something now he no longer wanted to affiliate himself with.

"Connor? Are you ready to go or what?" Hank asked as he stood outside the deviant's opened bedroom doorway. "You're always ready to go before I am, so what's the hold up?"

Connor was sitting on the foot of his bed with his gray blazer in his hands and a conflicted look in his eyes. "I do not want to wear this blazer, but I do not want to wear anything less than that of a uniform. I've become accustomed to that particular style of attire while on the clock."

"Oh. You don't have another blazer to wear?"

"I have the leather jacket you insist I wear during the colder seasons, but it is too warm to wear it without the risk of overheating."

"Want to borrow one of my older suit jackets?"

The offer was tempting enough to pull Connor's attention from his jacket and directly over to Hank. "Would one be of appropriate attire?"

"Sure. I guess." Moving swiftly Hank walked into his own bedroom back down the hallway and slid open his closet to sort through the various suit jackets he had collected over the past thirty or so years since the police academy. Most were black or brown, but a few were Connor's seemingly preferred gray in color. "I have a couple gray ones that can probably fit ya'."

"That is acceptable."

Moving just as smoothly Hank returned to Connor's bedroom with two gray suit jackets in his hands. One was a sports jacket that was pretty similar in style to the one Connor usually wore, and the second one was more of a suit jacket and a few shades darker than the first.

"Here." Tossing the first jacket to the deviant Hank watched as Connor quickly slipped it on over his arms and pulled it up to his shoulders. As Connor stood up from the bed and pulled the lapels down to smooth out the fabric Hank tilted his head a little and offered his opinion. "Looks good on ya', kid."

"This feels acceptable." Connor opened his closet door to view his reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall inside the small compartment. "Its appearance is an adequate substitute for my original blazer."

"Maybe you should go for more color in your wardrobe." The senior detective noted the lack of variety from where he stood in the doorway. "Gray blazers, black leather jacket, black t-shirts, white t-shirts, one forest green button down shirt, dark jeans, black ties, black shoes, black sneakers, tan work boots... Not a whole lot of choices there, son."