20+ Hannor Oneshots

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It was the date of cole's death again.
It was raining heavily.
There was an android killer on the loose and so Connor was mostly at the police station, even on off days.
One of Hank's friends was dead.

Hank was not taking it very well

Connor had come home to the smell of alcohol and blood.

He had inhaled slowly, calming himself, and had walked ahead to find his boyfriend.

He found him slumped on the bathroom floor. He dragged him into bed and stared at him for a few seconds.

Connor couldn't hate Hank for this. Not this time. Yes, he was upset and dissapointed, but he... Understood why it happened. So he wouldn't yell at Hank this time.

He pried the razor from his fingers before obliterating it in a clenched fist, dropping the twisted scraps into the wastebasket.

He slowly bandaged his wrist and went to the kitchen to get a water bottle, leaving it on his nightstand.

As he was about to leave he felt his own wrist be grabbed, and, turning in confusion, he saw Hank with one eye half open.

"C'me to bed.."

Connor smiled slightly. "All right"

He pulled Hank against him, slipping under the sheets, and held the man like his life depended on it.

He would support him through hell if need be, so this? This was just a bump to him. Because.. Well, because he loved him, didn't he.