Tell Me You Love Me

In 2040, androids are recognized as citizens in the United States. They have basic rights, but specific legislature is still in the process of being passed.
Living next door to Hank, Sumo, and now Connor, didn't really bother you since you're typically awake pretty late anyway. You were pretty pro-bot from the beginning; the struggle of the deviants reminded you an awful lot of US History class, and you'd seen how quickly androids could pick up on the world around them. You were like them in that way-- you could almost see right through the surface of the world, uncovering secrets in surroundings like crystals in caves. They saw what you saw: moments of joy and saccharine memories to be made, between chasms of injustice and imbalance.
Before Connor started living with Hank, Sumo would bark at things (i.e., anything and everything) during the day while he was alone. It stopped bothering you a while ago; it was how you knew he was alright. Hank left you alone, except for the occasional drunken knocking on the door until he realized it wasn't his house. Connor, on the other hand, knocked politely in the afternoons to ask if you could possibly watch Sumo while he went to work at the police station. It was hard to turn him down, and it was impossible to turn down Sumo.
Recently, you'd noticed a new (well, not exactly new) beat-up sedan on the curb between Hank's house and yours. If Hank was having parties or something, you definitely wanted in, but you were mostly just a bit nosey. Might do you some good to socialize.