As far as Hank was concerned, he deserved a long, hot shower. His muscles were aching. So, he stretched like Connor nagged him too, took that long shower and dressed in loose shorts and t-shirt.
He walked back into the bathroom to towel dry his hair and, after he was finished, made his way down the hall to the living room.
When Hank looked up, he saw Connor standing by the couch, facing the apartment door.
"Hey. You know, I was thinking. Does everything have to be organic?" He reached the end of the short hall.
Connor's head barely twitched towards him and the android gave him a wide-eyed glance.
"I mean I know you -" Hank stopped abruptly. His whole body tensed at the sight before him.
A man stood in their living room, pointing a gun at Connor's chest.
Hank's heart took off like a jackhammer, thundering loudly in his hears. Jeffery Moore, his brain sluggishly supplied, was their prime suspect in the Samuel Allen murder, but they'd been unable to prove anything yet.
Jeffrey swung his handgun on Hank for a second and the android took a small step forward. Moore swiveled the weapon back toward Connor and the kid froze in place, raising his hands slightly.
Hank took a step toward Connor. "Mr. Moore? What, ah, what're ya doing here?" He kept his voice steady.
Moore had a crazed look in his eyes, like a lot of people the older man had seen throughout the years while working with the Red Ice Task Force.
"You've taken everything from me." Jeffrey spat. "You've ruined everything." Each word was punctuated with a shake of his gun.
Hank's heart pounded in his chest and he slid closer to Connor. Moore's gun still pointed at the kid.
The older man breathed in and moved forward again.
With his hand, Connor subtly motioned for Hank to stay back.
Like hell he would.
"Listen, Jeffrey -"
"No! You listen." Moore exploded. "I know that you know. I killed Sam and now, my ex won't let me see my kids. She's says I'm dangerous." He ranted, waving his gun around but still keeping it mostly on Connor's center mass.
Noticeable only to someone like Hank who knew him well, the android seemed to space out for a few seconds before his attention snapped back to the present.
The older man's brow creased and his chest tightened. The kid was going to do something stupid. He just knew it.
He took another step toward Connor.
Moore fixed Hank with a rage-filled glare. "It's all your fault. So, now it's your turn. You lose everything now."
The android subtly shifted one foot back, like he was getting ready to rush the perp.
At this distance though, Hank knew the kid would be killed. There was no way he could survive that.
Probably.
Regardless, he couldn't take the risk, not with his son's life.
The older man slid forward again, coming to stand bodily in front of Connor.
"What are you doing?" the kid hissed in his ear.
Ignoring him, Hank raised his hands placatingly. "Jeffrey, this doesn't have to end this way. This doesn't have to-"
