Feeling Human

Help?

Connor was sitting on the toilet seat, a towel wrapped around his waist. As Hank was stood in front of Connor, drying his hair off.
"For fuck sake, Connor. Don't walk out naked!" "I'm sorry Hank." Connor says, as Hank breathes out lightly, "It's fine. You're just confused." Hank whispered, finishing up Connors' hair.

Hank laughs gently, seeing Connor hair a mess. Connor blinks, "Lieu-..Hank?" Hank shakes his head, "Nothing, Connor." As Hank breathes out, "Now dry up. I'll lend you some of my clothes."
Hank says slowly, seeing Connors' body shape, "Might be a little lose, but least you won't be naked." Hank scoffs lightly, as Connor blushes softly.
Hank looks at the android, "Huh..an android that can blush." Hank says to himself, laughing gently, leaving Connor in a confused state.

Hank leaves the bathroom, "Sumo! Down!" Connor hears Hank, leaning over to look out the bathroom, seeing Sumo all over Hank, as Connor chuckles, slowly standing up from the seat, drying himself off, waiting for Hank to return with his clothes to wear.

Connors' LED goes yellow quickly hearing a loud grumble, 'Hungry; a soft voice said, as Connor breathes out gently, "Hungry..."
Hearing footsteps entering the bathroom, Connor snaps his head towards Hank, his LED turning a soft blue once more.
"Here you go Connor." Hank says, as Connor held out his hands, taking the clothes from Hank.

"Now change you plastic prick." Hank says, slowly leaving the bathroom, hearing Connor clearing his throat, "I-I don't know how..Hank." "Oh fuck me, Connor, really?" "Y-Yes..CyberLife usually sets my clothes on automatically for me." Connor says slowly.

Hank grunts, "Ok..but don't expect me to help you all the time, gotta learn on your own, boy." "Understood." Connor says, as Hank takes the clothes from Connor, setting them down onto the bathroom counter.
Connor removes the towel around from his waist, setting in into the hamper full of clothes, 'Need to do laundry soon' Connor notes to himself.

Hank rolls his eyes, grabbing a pair of black boxers from the pile of clothes, "Step into these Connor." Hank says, lowering himself, to where Connor can step into the boxers, "It's like having a kid again." Hank comments, looking away from Connors' body as he steps into the boxer, "I'm sorry Hank..." "It's okay Connor"
Taking everything of him to continue to look away, as he pulls up the boxers once Connor stepped into the holes, "Perfect fit? Too tight?" Hank asks, watching Connor walk around the bathroom a bit, shaking his head, "No, perfect fit Hank. Thank you." Connor says, as his stomach growls softly, "Ah..yes food, it must be cold by now, better get you dressed." "I agree." Connor responds.

Hank continues to help Connor dress, seeing the shirt a bit too loose on him, as Hank laughs, "You look like a kid, in that loose shirt Connor." Hank says, helping Connor into some shorts, that are covered by the shirt.
Connor lightly blushes, "I'm sorry Hank." Connor says, "No no, it's cute." Hank says, "Excuse me, Hank?"
Hank chokes softly on his words, "Nothing Connor! Now get your ass into the kitchen to eat now." Hank yells lightly, as Connor leaves the bathroom. "Hey there Sumo!" Connor pets the dog head, looking at the table seeing the plates with eggs and toast. 'Cold, re-cook food to warm up.'

Connor grabs both plates, setting them into the microwave to heat up. Lifting his head to meet with the clock, "10:45 am, in the bathroom that long?" Connor whispered to himself, "Well yes, you plastic prick." Hank says, hearing Connors' comment, as Connor blushes, "I'm sorry Hank." he says, looking over at Hank, "It's fine Connor." He smiles lightly, seeing Connor small body in the loose shirt, "Hank?" Connor says, "Nothin-" Hank was stopped by the beep of the microwave, "Food is done! Let's eat, we're both starving eh?" Hank says, as Connor nods softly.

Taking both their plates, as sets them onto the table, both sitting in silence.