As a deviant, Connor didn't believe in things which could be considered 'supernatural' or 'mystical'. While some chose to have faith in rA9, others wondered as to the human phenomena of magic, divine intervention or 'signs'. It was something that androids were entitled to as part of having free will, choosing if they had that belief. He couldn't help but think that his role as a detective, and the need to find facts before coming to a personal conclusion, meant that he didn't have such faith. That didn't detract anything from those that did, it just wasn't a thought process that he shared.
Not until now, anyway. Otherwise there was no other explanation for why Hank would have...this.
In the four months which Connor had found himself living with Hank since the revolution, he'd decided that as repayment for the man giving him a place to stay, that he would tidy the house. Hank had protested immensely when discovering that this was Connor's idea of gratitude until such time as the android would be paid for his work – "Connor, you're not a damn maid! I don't need someone tidying up all my shit after me!" – but he'd eventually given in with enough persuading.
It was no hassle to Connor, he achieved most of the housework through the night as Hank slept on the nights when Connor did not need to recharge or back up via stasis. In all honesty, he enjoyed the tasks. Even as a deviant, the sense of achievement when he completed a task never waned. It made him happy to find new objectives as reach their conclusion successfully.
If only everything in life was so easy... Emotions were still very much a learning curve for him.
Four months had seen Connor and Hank's own dynamic change greatly. Going from work partners to that plus more, in the form of roommates and friends, had seen many changes. Hank was slowly helping Connor understand each new emotion he came across and offered his own, sometimes unhelpful, advice on how to cope. The human freely admitted that he probably wasn't the best role model after having spent so long at the bottom of a bottle to run away from his own, but they learned again together. As Connor opened up more, Hank did so in return rather than instantly dive into a bottle of whisky.
And with it had come something that Connor didn't expect – attraction. He'd realised relatively quickly that he was interested in the older man, but didn't know what to do with it. Romance was something completely alien and Connor was loathe to ask Hank about it, given the man would surely want to know who the person of his affections was. That wasn't a conversation he was willing to have given he couldn't pre-construct any successful outcomes; or not any over 43%.
Well...not until he'd realised that Hank shared his feelings, but he wasn't willing to even acknowledge them, let alone face them.
He'd caught Hank staring every so often, or seen how his heartrate would spike when Connor said or did something in particular. Thus far, Connor's attempts to try and elicit more responses like that had been met with dead ends. He was truly struggling to find a way for the two of them to acknowledge that their want was mutual and have Hank believe it. The man's issues with self-worth often infuriated Connor.
Which is why Connor found himself staring at the bottle of shower gel in his hand after cleaning the bathroom, and a wicked idea had formed.
Oh come on! We don't need to tell you how to use a shower gel, do we? If you reallydon't know how then we suggest you find someone you reallylike and invite them to the shower with you to demonstrate.
Since it was written so blatantly...
"Hank?" Connor shouted from the bathroom, knowing that the man would be sitting on the sofa watching the Detroit Gears playing.
"What?" came the bark in reply, to which Connor came back through to living room and showed Hank the bottle in question. Hank gave him a long stare before taking the item and looking at it in puzzlement. "It's a shower gel, Connor, what's so strange about that?"
