Love Like Yours 💙 - A Hankcon Story

Chapter 22: I'm Here

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*Connor's POV*
The work today was overwhelming. With everything that's happened, the rise in these cases only worsens. More deviants are harboring bitterness towards human as they still portrayed their hatred and distrust towards us and our deviancy. I feel so helpless after everything I contributed to damaging our people.. fighting the wrong mission for so long, realizing I was always meant to be this way; we were all meant to be this way. I don't see why they can't understand..
Connor was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a hand lay on his shoulder. "Come on, we're home Connor." Hank said tiredly. Connor nodded and followed him. It was raining now and Connor could tell Hank was ready to just get inside. Hank fumbled with his keys and dropped them, "Goddammit stupid fucking keys." He picks them up and tries to get them in the keyhole. "Fuck like I haven't opened this same door for years." Connor tilted his head as he watched Hank struggle for a second before his led turns yellow and he decides to calm him down. Laying a hand on Hank's his voice stays calm, "Hank, may I help you? I understand you're exhausted so let me try." Hanks groans slightly and moves back giving Connor the key. It doesn't take him long to unlock it but he purposefully takes a little longer just so Hank didn't feel embarrassed. "There we go, here Hank." Hank sighs. "Shit least it wasn't just me having a hard time getting in." Connor smiles softly at him then turns to go to the kitchen. Hank throws himself on the couch beside Sumo and groans loudly. "Fuck why did they decide today was the day to throw us the most cases they can!" Connor watches Hank throw his head back on the couch with his eyes closed and smiles stopping messing with the dishes to walk behind the couch. He leans over the top of Hank's head and kisses his forehead softly. "Well maybe they just wanted to see what you were capable of Lieutenant." Hank sits up quickly. Looking at Connor smiling innocently to him, he shakes his head. "You know you don't have to try to get brownie points from me." Connor smirks slightly, "You reactions are enough 'brownie points' for me. Oh! Speaking of, we should make brownies together Hank! I mean I can't eat them- but I can imagine you'd like them and since you've been doing so good with your eating.. I think you more than deserve it!" Connor beamed at him now as he grabbed ahold of him happily almost falling over the back of the couch. "Sure Connor whatever you want! I'd love to, just stop fuckin shaking me." Stopping, Connor squeezes him once more and makes his way back to the kitchen. "Hyper fucking android." Hank grumbled. As he turns on the tv he starts to hear Connor rummaging through the dishes. "Dammit Connor you don't have to do the dishes! I was going to do them tomorrow. Not my damn maid you know." He states annoyingly. Continuing, Connor shakes his head. "You said that two days ago Hank and they accumulate daily. So that leaves us at a 80% chance that by tomorrow you'd have more piled up than you'd feel like doing until you eventually grew annoyed and begrudgingly did them or I did. I just took the initiative-" Hank groaned loudly. "God you're so stubborn. You still don't have to do all this shit for me. It all gets done anyway." Connor sighs softly as he finishes the dishes, "I never mind Hank. Besides, you deserve to feel comfortable in your home. Now what would you like for dinner? We have to go grocery shopping soon for you but I still have a few things I can make." Hank grumbles, "Fuck I don't know, just surprise me Con. I like whatever you make anyways." Connor grabs some frozen veggies and chicken to begin cooking.
Hank watched Connor every once in a while as he cooked and couldn't help but think about just going over there and embracing him. He has no reason to though and felt too embarrassed to do so. "Hank, you can go ahead and get ready for bed if you want. Your food will be ready soon." With no response Connor turned around to realize he was staring at him. "Hank?" "Huh what is it Connor?" Hank shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. "Dinner's almost ready. Didn't know if you wanted to go ahead and get ready for bed was all." "Oh yeah.. yeah I'll uh I'll be back." Hank rubs his head and gets up to go to his bathroom.
Why was he staring at me? Had I done or said something out of line?