Errors in my software | Hankcon

The first Kiss

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Connor had called for a cab to take them home at around midnight, once Hank has passed out suddenly. Hank awoke slightly when he was pulled into the doorway of the house, allowing Connor to direct him slightly towards his bedroom. He managed to lay him down, and take off his shoes and jacket, and place the blanket over him. He laid down next to him on top of the blanket, and waited until morning.

"Morning Lieutenant." Connor said, when he noticed a change in Hanks breathing pattern.
Hank yawned and turned his body towards Connor, "The fuck you doing in my bed?"
"I was waiting for you to wake up."
"Well I'm awake now, so get off."
"Of course Lieutenant. Sorry."
Hank frowned at him, and sat up, clasping his head, "Shit, we are going to get a right headfuck from work."
"Don't worry, I already called in and made up an excuse. We are perfectly fine."
"Right good." He paused, "You don't sleep right?"
"Correct."
"So you were like that all night?"
"Yes."
"Huh." Hank scoffed, "Thanks I guess. Can you make me some coffee?"
"Of course Lieutenant."

time skip

"Where the hell did the alcoholic and his plastic pet disappear off too yesterday?" Gavin said, walking over to their joined desk.
"The whole alcoholism shit is getting old Gavin. Up your game or fuck off." Hank said, crossing his arms and sinking into his chair.
"Oh damn," Gavin said smugly, "Dead son, ex-wife."
Connor saw immediately the anger that flashed across Hanks face, "Detective Reed, that is incredibly insensitive. If I were you, I would apologise."
Gavin shifted his weight to his right foot, Connor noted that he was aware of the impact of his words, though was too petty to apologise.
"Right, go suck his dick." Gavin said, before walking away.
Connor looked over to Hank, and instead of looking angry, he saw that the Lieutenant looked quite upset.
"I don't understand what my brother sees in him." Connor said, but Hank didn't reply, but turned away slightly so Connor couldn't see his face.
"Lieutenant?" Connor questioned, tilting his head, "Are you okay? Don't take what Detective Reed says to heart. He's a prick."
He heard Hank snicker, "Didn't know you could swear."
"Only in extreme circumstances." Connor said, before adding, "Or when it involves Detective Reed."
Hank turned to face him again, with a half smile. Connor noticed that his eyes were pricked red, but decided not to comment.
Hank cleared his throat, "Uhm. I need to go to the bathroom."
"Of course Lieutenant. The work will still be here for you when you get back."
Hank looked at the empty files and chuckled, "You even know basic sarcasm." He then stood up and walked off.

Connor had timed how long Hank had been away. 9 minutes and 34 seconds and counting. He became restless, and began fiddling with his coin. Connor felt an urge to go check on the Lieutenant, so he did, and walked all the way through the station to the gender neutral bathrooms. He was hesitant for a moment, waiting outside the door, but he remembered that discrimination against androids was illegal now. He pushed open the door.
"Lieutenant? It's me, Connor."
After no reply, Connor walked up to the only stall occupied, and gently tapped on the door.
"Lieutenant? If you talk to me, I may be able to help with the emotions you are feeling with."
Connor heard a shuffle, and then the door unlocked and opened, revealing Hank. Connor immediately analysed him. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was ruffled and messy, as if, Connor interpreted, Hank had been pulling at it and using it as a coping mechanism. The area around his eyes, and the tip of his nose shined a deep, depressing red.
Connor was stunned, he was programmed to be able to comfort, for interrogations, but all that prior knowledge seemed to of left him.
"Hank..I-" Connor was lost for words.
Hank met his gaze sadly, "You don't have to say shit, I'll be fine. Just give me a few minutes."
Hank walked past Connor, and over to the sink, where he splashed water on his face. Connor watched in silence, he felt helpless, unable to form the right words. Hank leaned on the sinks, staring at his reflection. The redness had decreased dramatically already. They looked at each other through the mirror.
"So you gonna start you reassuring shit." Hank sighed.
"You had a wife?" Connor asked.
Hank furrowed his brow and turned to face him, still leaning his back against the sinks.
"It's a very long story, and I don't exactly want to relive it."
"Was that the woman that gave you a bad experience with love? From the conversation the other night?"
Hank took a moment before he responded, "Yeah, I really thought we were soulmates, when I still believed in that crap."
"You don't believe in it? Why not?"
"Well Con, after living a human life up to my age, you realise that life isn't all butterflies and fucking rainbows."
"Oh," Connor was shuffling his feet.
"Fucking hell, I've made this awkward as shit haven't I?" Hank said, holding his face in his hands.
"No no." Connor reassured him, "I'm just trying to determine the best approach."
"And that is?"
"This."
Connor walked up to him, and wrapped his arms around his stomach. Hank hugged back and connor could immediately feel the change in his breathing - it became more stable and steady. They broke apart, but were still holding each other at arms length. Hank coughed uncomfortably, and let go first, and Connor mimicked him.
"Thanks Con for that, sometimes you just need a hug."
Connor smiled, "I'm always here Lieutenant."
Hank nodded, and began to walk out of the bathroom, but Connor grabbed his arm.
"Connor-"
Connor pressed his lips up against the Lieutenants, and Connor felt pressure received back at an equal force, until Hank pushed him away slightly.
"I'm not even going to.." Hank trailed off and shook his head, before pushing past Connor and leaving the bathroom.