one last try. /dbh/

A walk to the park.

"Lieutenant..?" Connor reached over, shaking the snoring figure sprawled on the couch. He shook him even more, making Hank smack his mouth in his sleep. Connor rose an eyebrow, confused on why he did such a thing. He shook the man, getting nothing in return except his snores.

"You leave me no choice, lieutenant." Connor rose his hand up, staring at the sleeping figure. He paused, thinking. Connor sighed, grabbing Hank and shaking him violently. "W-A-K-E U-P !-!-!" he hollered, which sure did wake up the man. Hank shot open his eyes, yelling and cursing until Connor placed him on the couch gently. "What the fuck-! Ergh.." Hank cursed holding his hand to his head, closing his eyes. "Good morning! It is seven forty five A.M. It's cloudy today with a sixty percent chance of rain." Connor beamed, folding his hands behind his back, smiling. The hoodie on him that Hank handed down to him for sleeping was on him with some jeans that Hank bought for him.

"Nice to know..." Hank muttered, slowing his breathing. "Why am I awake this early?" he looked at Connor. The boy furrowed his eyebrows, "you told me to make an alarm, but you didn't wake up, so I gave you an extra fifteen minutes to snooze." Connor said, using hand motions to explain everything he had on mind. Seems to Hank that he was in a good mood, which he was glad of.

Connor shrugged, walking away, "I saw that you are, what you humans call it, hungover." he entered the kitchen, "You need to stop drinking, it doesn't help anything." Hank chuckled, shaking his head. "You can't tell me what to do." Connor got a cup out of the cabinet, filling it with water. "I can't, you're right. But you need to take my advice or things are gonna get hard." he walked back to Hank, setting the cup of water in front of him. Hank snorted, "you're threating me? This is great.." he laughed, making Connor frowned. "I made a glass of water for you, I insist you to drink it to help you." he grabbed the alcohol bottle, then the other few beer bottles. He walked away to the kitchen, tossing them away. Connor held onto the alcohol bottle, knowing that it was still full.

"Look, son, I'm fine." Hank said, furrowing his eyebrows at Connor. Connor stood, shaking his head. "Drink the water." he said, trying to act nice as possible. Hank crossed his arms, "no." he simply said, frowning. "Fine." Connor said, turning and opening the bottle. He walked over to the sink and dumped the alcohol down the drain. "CONNOR! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Hank yelled, getting up and running over to the boy. "STOP!" he yelled, reaching out to the bottle, pushing Connor in the process. Connor tilted to bottle back up, "Drink your water, lieutenant." he looked at Hank, amusement written all over his face. "Fine!" Hank yelled, turning away and storming over to his cup on the table. He picked the cup up, staring at the water. God, he despised this moment. Connor watched closely, watching the old man chug the water.

Once he was done, Connor placed the bottle away. He hid it somewhere so Hank couldn't find it. "I hate this." Hank mumbled, sighing. He placed the cup down, soon gagging. "Its not that bad, stop!" Connor laughed at him, stepping out of the kitchen. "I feel so sick..." Hank mumbled after he was done being dramatic, hiccuping. Connor rolled his eyes, sighing with a shake of his head.

"You drank your water, good job." Connor said sarcastically, making Hank chuckle. Hank grabbed the cup, then got up and placed it in the kitchen sink. The house was surprisingly clean since Connor has stayed. No, he didn't clean it himself. Hank helped with a cup of coffee. The dishes were always low, no bottles anywhere as usual, clothes placed in a pile, etc. Even his vinyls were placed back into their cases, Sometimes.

"Connor, you want to go do something?" Hank asked, looking at the boy. Connor was petting Sumo's fur in silence, but he poked his head up and stopped. "Uh...sure." he said, getting to his feet. Connor looked at Hank, "what do you have in mind?" he asked. Hank honestly had no idea, he just sat quiet. "Uh." what all he said. "We could walk..sumo to the park...and let him roam free?" he made up in his head quickly, blurting it out. Connor smiled, "I would like to do that, yes." he nodded, walking to the coat rack. He grabbed the leash they bought awhile back, calling sumo. "Sumo!" was all sumo heard, then he lifted his head from his arms. "Come here, sumo!" Connor cooed, making Hank smile.