Regrets

Comfort of a Robot

Why did I do it?

That wasn't an easy question to answer.

Did he want answers?
Did he want to get it over with?
Was he pressured into it?

For whatever reason, it made Hank rather angry...

He had gotten to location to Jericho, but...
Was it really worth it to see Hank break down in front of him?

"It was a machine that looked like a girl!"

What was he saying?

He hated this.

He hated this!

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Connor kept his gaze on the floor as he waited patiently for Hank.

He was still so tense... Connor didn't know what else to do.

He blinked up at the older male.

Why did he look... more pained than normal?

Bags under his eyes, his eyes clouded with a dull grey, even his hair was messier than normal.

Connor kept himself from asking if everything was okay, knowing it would only agitate the male more.

He slowly followed Hank to his old car, quietly buckling himself in.

What was this... uncomfortable feeling?

This sense of... tension.

Connor took this time to browse through the web, eventually finding something about how to:

Care for people.

Connor scanned over the article, something jumping out at him.

Hug.

Would giving a hug really work?

Connor kept it in the back of his head, only initiating it once they were out of the car.

He awkwardly stretched his arms out to the male.
"Here... you need... comfort, right?" He asked as Hank gave him an almost amused look.

Was this stupid little Andriod trying to comfort him?
Him of all people?

Hank let out a sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose before resting his large hands on Connor's shoulder's.

"Listen, dummy... If you really want to comfort me, why not try saying 'I'm sorry' or buying me a coffee?" He explains, noticing how the Andriod's eyes lit up.

It fascinated Connor.

He could do something that easy to get Hank to forgive him?

Connor cracked a small smile, letting his arms rest at his sides.

"Consider it done, Lieutenant!"