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"Wake up, Lieutenant!" Connor exclaims, but not with a very loud voice. He slaps Hank, quite hard might I add, and I snort. "It's me, Connor!"

It's almost as if Connor's a bit upset with Hank, considering how loud that slap was. I could even see it shining in his eyes. But why is that?

Could that be because Hank had hurt me..?

Hank mumbles some incoherent things and I can't help but to laugh at what just happened, my prior thoughts being swept under the rug for the time being.

"Jesus," I manage to get out through my laughter, reaching up to take my phone back and pocket it.

Connor gives me a cheeky smile before hoisting Hank up. I stand and assist him whilst calming myself down from my little fit, wrapping Hank's other arm around my shoulders.

"We're going to sober you up for your own safety," Connor tells him.

"Hey..! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android!" Hank proclaims back, his words slurring.

We start making our way towards the bathroom and Connor continues, "I have to warn you, this may be unpleasant."

"Get the fuck outta my house!"

"I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I need both you and YN. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"Hey! Get the fuck outta here! Sumo! Attack! Good dog. Attack!" Sumo literally does nothing as Connor opens the bathroom door, myself being the only support for Hank for a brief moment.

We start bringing him to the tub now.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick... Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere. What the hell are you doing..?" We lower him into the tub. "I don't wanna bath, thank you..."

"Well, you're not gonna get a bath," I state, clarifying with a smirk. "You're gonna get a shower. There's a difference."

"Sorry, Lieutenant. It's for your own good," Connor adds, turning the shower on with the cold handle.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Connor obliges. "What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"A homicide was reported forty-three minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home. YN was already here, but you had locked him in this bathroom."

"Fuckin' hell, I did that to you, YN?" Hank asks me slowly, looking over my features.

"Yeah, but don't beat yourself up over it," I respond nonchalantly. "You aren't yourself when you're drunk."

"If you say so..." he trails off, looking a bit guilty. "But Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android... Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot. I've been programmed to investigate this case and I can't do it without you."

"I don't give a shit about your goddamn case!"