Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 10

The bus pulls up to the store as the snow came down harder and harder, nearly making the whole area white. All of the windows of the bus are dusted with frost and snow as Conan touches the glass, feeling the cold run through his fingers. Connor lays against him, asleep. The bus pulls to a stop as the sun is coming up slightly. The bus driver gets out of his seat and walks to the area where Connor and Conan sit.

"Ok guys, end of the line." He grumbles. Conan looks up and nods.

"Connor, time to go..." Conan whispers, slightly shaking Connor as Connor wakes. He yawns and groans as he stumbles up. Conan nods at the bus driver and they exit the bus. The snow lightly crunches on the bottom of their feet as they walk to Hank's house.

"You think he will let us in?" Connor shivers, hugging his arms.

Conan nods. "I think Hank has a soft spot for me yet he called me a dick at work." He chuckles.

Connor chuckles. "That's a joke right?"

Conan laughs. "Yep. I'm not even sure he'll know us."

They continue to walk to Hank's house and they knock on the door. The snow is coming down a little lighter but still heavy. Connor looks at Conan and Conan then bangs, hard, on Hank's door. "Open up Lieutenant Anderson!"

Inside, they hear Hank cursing at them as they hear his footsteps. "What the fuck do you want-..." Hank yells but stops when he sees the two androids. "What are you doing here?"

Conan looks at Hank, cold. "Let us in. We are cold."

"Cold!? The only cold person here is me over here shivering my ass off."

"Your right," Conan says, walking closer to Hank, "You are the only person who is cold. We are the only androids here who are cold. Now if you'd like to use your thumb for the next 5 weeks I suggest you let us in." Conan sternly says, making Hank move out of the way and let them walk by. Connor immediately takes his jacket off and puts it on the coat hanger. Conan takes off his jacket and does the same process with his own. Connor sits on the couch, shivering.

"You ok?" Conan asks, trying to keep his stern face.

"I-I'm fine." Connor smiles. Conan doesn't take that as an answer and gets some blankets for Connor.

"You need to sleep," Conan says, draping the blankets over Connor. As he is doing this, they exchange glances and light blushes, all in the view of Hank accidentally. Connor yawns and feels slightly embarrassed. "Please tell Hank that I'm sorry for occupying his couch.." Connor asks Conan. He nods and lets Connor sleep.

"What the hell was that about!?" Hank yells at Conan.

"Connor overworked himself again and he needed sleep. I didn't want him to sleep at work again." Conan states.

"No not that dumbass," Hank groans and grabs Conan's shoulders, pulling him forward. "You think I didn't see you exchanging glances and blushing?"

Conan's eyes widen in shock. "I-I... I was just..-" He doesn't know what to say...

Conan's LED goes red and he is scared. "I-I don't know..."

One of Hank's eyebrows raise is disbelief. "Were you the one who left that small hickey on Connor's shoulder yesterday?" He barks, pushing his finger into his chest.

"NO!" Conan yells, rumbling the whole house, waking Connor. "Of course not! Why would I like Connor? I will never like Connor! I'm not even attached to him as a friend and will never be because that was an error with his model!"

Silence.

"...Conan.," Connor whispers quietly. Conan glances over to Connor, who is hugging his knees. "I changed my mind; I'm no longer tired..."

Hank slams his hand against the wall, trapping Conan. "If you are telling the truth, you pick up the blankets and put them away. You won't talk to him or have eye contact. I'm already fucked up enough to be taking care of your shit." Hank snarls, quietly. Conan looks up at Connor who is looking at his feet and petting Sumo. Conan nods sadly and picks up the blankets, avoiding Connor. "I-I'm going to go for a walk, Conan," Connor states, standing up but still staring at the floor. Go ahead Con. I need to talk to your younger brother," Hank states. Connor hurries out of the apartment, not even getting his jacket into the snow. He runs, sobbing. Everything Conan said felt like he meant it, just raw anger towards Connor. Horrible scenarios flood Connor's mind as he runs on the sidewalk on the route to the park. Why he doesn't know, he just needs to be alone.