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Hi this is Hank. Not here at the moment. You can leave a message if that's what turns you on, but don't expect me to call back.

Beep.

Whatever.

> Leave Hank a message?

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[Since the excitement of fighting with Morgana, Connor has been making sure Hank rests up. He makes sure he goes to bed early, and even lays with him through the night now, just... feeling grateful that Hank saved him from that golem. He loved him before, but it only made his feelings more intense.

He's just laying on Hank's chest when he gets the urge to break the silence. Connor props himself up on his elbow and looks down at him fondly, fingers trailing over Hank's cheek.]

Hank? Are you awake?

[Yes he can tell with his fancy detective skills. Yes he's asking anyway.]

[His entire body still felt like he shouldn't be moving that much. Hank didn't like being bedridden - reminded him when he was 'ordered' to stay home for days after a drug bust. Still, the company was nice, and hell even the pets kept the days from being boring.

It didn't stop Hank from being Hank, mind you.]

Nah.

[Well you kinda asked for it, Connor.]

[Connor sighs dramatically and lays his head back down.]

That's too bad. I had something important to say, but I guess it'll just have to wait until you're awake.

[Hank can probably feel him smirking against his cheek.]

[Wow, don't be a diva queen, says the man who pretends to still be sleepy so he can do a joke.]

Wait, what the hell does that mean?

[Are you getting another pet Connor. Because this is the type of worry that fills Hank's mind right now.]

It means I-

[He pauses. How does he say this?]

...It means I want you to stop joking around for a moment and listen. Okay?

[He's not angry. His tone is gentle, and he strokes Hank's cheek fondly as he looks back down at him. He seems worried.]

[This is not helping Hank feel better, because now even more questions enter his mind. Worrying ones. Really stupid theories. Connor may see a few drift into his mind due to their connection, but now he does have Hank's full attention.

He's stroking his cheek? Uh...]

Are you okay?

[Cause he's half expecting Connor to tell him he has robo-cancer or something.]

[Connor raises an eyebrow as that last theory floats into his mind. Really, Hank? He leans in to kiss him, reassuring.]

It's... I want to say not bad, but your definition of bad might be different to mine in this regard.

[He's stalling. Swallowing, Connor averts his gaze before deciding that if he's going to tell Hank, he might as well look him in the eye.]

Hank... ever since our date on Valentine's Day I- no, before that, even. I've loved you. I... love you.

[It feels foreign on his tongue. He was never one for telling Justine or the SQUIP how he felt. And he thinks he gets why, because now that he's said the words he's terrified. Enough that his LED blinks a solid yellow.]

I'm sorry if it's sudden, I just never had the courage to say anything before.

[Please don't leave, now that he's admitted it.]

And I'm sorry if it's not what you want, either. I don't have to bring it up again. It was just- I just, I thought you should know.

[And here comes the nervous babbling.]

[Oh okay.

It's not robo-cancer.

For the longest time, or well, what feels like the longest time, Hank is quiet, listening what seems like so far away at him he's having an out of body experience. Confusion because, does Connor really want this? But why? Then the audacity to use the L word. To think that Hank had the potty mouth when it was Connor the entire time.

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens...christ at that rate he's just gonna say nothing.

The problem is...it is something he wants. Connor is amazing and handsome and truth be told Hank will forever have issues at the idea someone LIKE Connor would ever want to be with him, but that is a whole other ball game and a confession like that needs at least the dignity of a reply.

Courage is...such a human emotion too. It's not logical in any way Connor's programming gave him. To think Hank hadn't noticed it, or if he had, pushed it away to thinking he was just dreaming, well...]

Oh you dumb, fucking idiot.

[It's a start. It's a very Hank-like response, filled with warmth and confusion. There's moisture in his eyes. Clearly having nothing to do with the situation at hand. He brings him closer.]

Connor are you...really sure about this? Cause, well...

[Christ is he gonna have to say it.]

Me, I...uh...you know...

[ARGH HE'S SO BAD AT THIS DID HE TURN INTO A 18 YEAR OLD AGAIN OR SOMETHING.]

..feeling the same.

[Give him a bit.]

[He's relieved when Hank pulls him in closer. His LED goes back to blue, and he wraps his arms around Hank as best as he can.]

I'm sure.

[He's never been more sure, in fact, as Hank admits he feels the same way. Connor doesn't remember the last time he felt this happy. It must have been a while... a long while.]

I'm glad you feel the same. I was so worried you wouldn't.

[He has to laugh at that because, well truth be told maybe a little earlier he might have had second thoughts, or thought that Connor was being an idiot. Now he just laughs. The good type of laugh.]

That's fair. We're both idiots, then.

[He might be old, but there's still plenty of time. Or at least, he'll enjoy it as much as he can for however long it is. The feeling of happiness burns like a bright fire above them, or it's just Hank being a little warmer than usual.

Or maybe hes glowing a little, woops.]

We are.

[He notes that Hank is glowing, and smiles wide into his chest.]

I take it you're happy about this?

How'd you know?

[There's a smile, or at least until he takes a look at his hand and it melts into confusion.]

Uh...what the fuck? Do you see this?

I see it.

[He takes that hand and holds onto it, pressing their palms together. The skin retracts from his hand up to his elbow, and the plastic starts to glow a soft blue where it touches Hank's skin. He can't connect with Hank like this the way he can connect with an android, but it's an intimate gesture all the same.]

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