"Oh god, they're sending another android. He can't feel. He's just like you were, Connor."
In which another android is sent to help Hank Anderson and Connor with a case that they are unknowingly connected to. Very strongly connected to.
(Post-Revolu...
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"Okay, kid. Have you ever played baseball before?"
"No...I was never an athletic child. Do tell me why you chose to teach me today...in the snow?" Jodie watched from her place beside Connor as Hank and Charlie interacted.
They were on a huge field and Hank was attempting to teach Charlie how to use a baseball bat. Jodie would have tried to teach him, but she was in no way a sports person. It had been years since the CIA, and she was quite content with not being athletic.
"'Cause the only snow today is the snow on the ground, and it's the only day where it won't snow like hell upon us. So we're doing this now." At this point Hank was beyond reason, so Charlie stopped questioning it.
Connor snickered, readjusting his wool cap. Charlie looked his way and pointed the baseball bat at him.
"You want to try?" He offered, pouting when Connor shook his head and took a step back.
Jodie's gaze drifted to Markus, who was leaning against a soccer goalpost not far from them. His arms were crossed and his brow was furrowed in thought, his line of sight switching between Charlie and the ground. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her coat, she made her way over to him.
"I don't mean to state the obvious, but you've been giving my son googly-eyes for a while...it's not subtle." She chuckled when Markus' face flushed blue and he looked down at his feet, mentally berating himself for being caught. But Jodie's smile faded when she remembered that Markus seemed to have been avoiding Charlie.
"Are you scared of him?" She asked gently, watching Markus closely. He shook his head. Jodie raised a brow.
"Then why are you avoiding him?"
It took a while for Markus to come up with an answer to that. He knew why, but at the same time he had no idea. So he shrugged before speaking.
"...when I'm around him I feel strange. Ever since I met him, but it only got worse as he became more and more human, and it's at its peak ever since he deviated." Jodie listened intently, and he wasn't done.
"He saved my life; he jumped in front of a bullet. He was going to die if I didn't help him...and the idea of him dying seemed to awful and soul-crushing that I wanted to scream. I think I've got some kind of virus, but—" he was cut off by Jodie sighing, offering Markus a knowing, yet tired smile as she placed a hand on the taller man's shoulder.
"There's no virus, Markus. You're fine. What you're experiencing is called—"
"—So if I adjust the velocity of my swings..." the conversation was abruptly interrupted by Charlie, who was trying to pick up on the mechanics of a baseball bat. Meanwhile, Hank was laughing as he shook his head.
"No, no. Just get out of your head. Feel it, as the cool kids say." Jodie snorted at the last sentence.
"...Feel it, feel it." Charlie muttered to himself, getting into a batter's stance once again. Hank threw the ball and Charlie swung and...
He missed.
Again.
"I told you to feel it!" Hank exclaimed. Charlie dropped the bat.
"I'm feeling like an idiot!" He retorted. Connor laughed, fully aware that he would probably be the exact way if he was being taught how to play baseball.
Charlie's gaze drifted over to Markus and they locked eyes for a moment, before Markus abruptly looked down again; missing how Charlie's face fell.
