Connor finds a bathroom and crouches down in the corner, shaking with embarrassment. Tears start to stream down this face uncontrollably.
Why did I do that? What's wrong with me? He must think I'm broken. He'll have me kicked out for this. I can no longer control myself...it hurts...emotionally. I have to fix this.
I have to end this.
"Connor? Are you...okay?"
The sound of Hank's voice causes Connor to tense up. He lifts his head to see Hank kneeling in front of him.
"We have to go home now. Everyone else already left." Hank speaks in a soft, quiet voice.
"Everyone went home? Why?" Connor's face is red and wet from his crying.
"You were in here all day. People kept telling me that my android is in the corner of the bathroom. I was going to check on you but I didn't think you wanted to see me."
"I'm...yours?" Connor looks up at Hank with bright eyes.
Hank blushes and looks away.
"Well, um, you uh...you know what I mean. You're not mine of course. I don't own you it's just...you uh, live with-"
"I want to be yours. You can own me if you want. Use me as you please."
Hank goes silent. He doesn't know how to respond, so instead he brushes Connor's hair out of his face. Both of them get caught in the moment and are unable to speak. Every second feels like an eternity.
Connor breaks the silence.
"We should go home."
"Y-yeah, uh, let's go."
Hank starts to feel something he hasn't felt in years. He wants to feel Connor every chance he gets.
He helps Connor off of the floor. He suddenly finds his hand sliding down Connor's arm.
Their hands make contact and chills go through them like electricity.
Connor starts to shiver.
"Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?"
"N-no Hank, I...I can't get cold. I don't know why I cant stop shaking."
Hank smiles and puts his hand against Connor's face.
"I think I know why."
"Why?" Connor shivers more intensely as he feels Hank's hand on his face.
"Come on, we need to leave."
Hank takes Connor by the hand and pulls him out of the bathroom.
He's not going to tell me?
As they leave the bathroom holding hands and heading towards the exit, Gavin sees them through his office window.
He had stayed late without Hank knowing.
"I fucking knew it! Hahaha, they're never going to hear the end of this!" Gavin laughs to himself as he watches them leave.
Hank and Connor get into the car and start their way home.
"Connor, you know how this morning you told me about that emotion you were feeling?"
"Yes, Hank. What about it?"
"Well...that emotion might have been what we call 'love'."
Connor looks at Hank with a soft, innocent expression. He grabs Hank's hand and grips it tightly, forcing him to drive with his left.
"Hank...
is this...what love feels like?"
Hank squeezes Connor's hand and takes a deep breath.
"Yes."
Connor sighs in relief.
"All this time I thought I was fatally malfunctioning."
Hank laughs.
"Yeah, love will do that to you."
He kisses Connor's hand.
"Does love make you want to suck things too?" Connor asks innocently.
Hank stares blankly into the road, shocked. His face instantly turns red.
"...What?"
"Well, while you were sleeping, I took your hand and I slid your finger into my mouth and sucked on it." Connor still sounds as innocent as always.
Hank starts sweating.
"C-Connor..."
"It felt really nice and I liked it a lot. I would've kept sucking if I hadn't have started a blood analysis. It was probably an error but I would like to do it again." Connor starts rubbing Hank's finger.
Hank bites his lip.
"Connor, um, maybe we should do this when I'm not driving. It's making me..."
Connor puts Hank's finger into his mouth.
"Agh, fuck." Hank tries to pretend it doesn't bother him. He can feel his pants getting tighter but continues to ignore the android sucking on his finger like a pacifier. His face is radiating heat and he begins breathing quickly.
finally seeing his house is a relief.
"Connor, we're home now."
But Connor doesn't stop.
