Deviance

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The bed was warmer then before, Connor enjoyed laying under it's covers when it was like that. He still wasn't used to gaining human senses and emotions from whenever he touched something and it caused him to become a prisoner in his own room.

Well he and Hank's bedroom but the man had moved out weeks before due to his "obsessive talking" when they where meant to be asleep. Connor only saw it as something to help take off the human's mind from there often busy lives and help entertain them both. To him it was just like when Hank kept the tv on when he slept.

Now he laid in the bed with Sumo sitting against his side, slobbering onto his semi realistic skin with a dull look on his face and his tongue hanging out, with his arms under his chin. Above him light came threw the windows blinds and the roomba vacuumed the dirty carpet mindlessly.

The bedroom door slid open automatically allowing Hank to peak his head in. Connor didn't even have to look up to notice that the man's face was bright red and his body was shaking in post-drinking jitters.

"Good Morning Hank," His face blossomed with a smile as he sat up nudging Sumo out of his stupor in the process. "Did you have a good night at the bar?"

Hank walked into the room and leaned against the wall with a exhausted look on his face. Long threads of silver hair hung in front of his face and he groaned deeply in the back of his throat.

"If you call getting my ass kicked to the curb good then sure." He muttered picking at the various stuffed animals and stickers dotting the dressers surface. "Why do you even keep this crap? It's a waste of space."

Connor frowned not liking the sound of his partner being thrown out on the streets in such a vulnerable state but the second question made him feel confused. Why was Hank asking something about him when he was obviously upset?

"They are keepsakes from our various cases and investigations. I thought they would be a good thing to keep over the years." He said eyeing the man as he knocked over some of the toys. "Hank are you intoxicated?"

"No."

Once again he frowned and bit his lip wondering if it would be proper to accuse the man of lying while he was in such a state. His hand unconsciously rubbed at Sumo's head as he began to feel his frown grow into a scowl. It was no secret he disliked the way Hank took care of his body and he struggled daily to face the man in his drunken stupor.

It had started to become less of a problem in recent days but every once in a while he had a off morning or a bad case and it would be back to him dragging the man out of a bar before he drunk himself half to death. Stopping his petting he moved the covers off of his body and got off of the bed. He wanted to hug the man but his body looked to tense to even to come near.

"I'll go make breakfast please stay in here." He muttered walking past the man with Sumo at his heels.

"Sure thing kid," The man groaned knocking over a stuffed rabbit. "Just don't burn anything."

"Affirmative." He sighed the doors sliding closed behind him before he could finish talking with a loud bang. Outside of the large closet that served as his room the air felt increasingly humid and wet like it had just finished raining.

Sunlight peeked out of blinds, air bellowed threw the open windows and the tv buzzed with the evening news replaying from the night before. The kitchen sink relatively full with caked food on most of the dishes and a few stray half empty shot glasses on the counter. Connor glanced at them, it had been a bad night indeed.

He turned on the tap and grabbed a the bottle of dish soap, squeezing the rest of it's contents into the dish water. It was only 9:30 in the morning and he knew that they would have to go to the precinct sooner or later. Things had been tense ever since androids had gained there freedom.

People didn't know who to trust and the media wasn't being very helpful. Fear was at a all time high and androids had become bitter from the abuse they suffered from. Riots had sprung all over the city and freedom and equality seemed out of reach.

The dishes where spotless by time he was finished and he turned on the stovetop without even glancing at it. He knew on morning's like these Hank preferred traditional meals instead of something fancy and that he needed some pain medicine for his head.

With a pan in his hand, he moved over to the fridge and opened it to reveal near empty shelves with a egg carton, oranges, some protein shakes, a few vegetables and a salsa dish. He grabbed the egg carton and cracked a few of them into the pan for breakfast.

They would need to go shopping later that week, not only where they out of food but cleaning supplies to. Overall the house was a mess.

"God fucking damnit."

Hearing Hank's voice Connor turned and hurried towards the stumbling man as he drunkenly moved throughout the living room. He collapsed to his knees just as he reached him, the android's arms wrapping around the man's stomach and lifting him off the ground. His beer belly jiggled and his face turned a shade of green.

"Shit. Connor I think I'm gonna blow." He groaned as the younger of the two laid him down on the couch and went to look in the cabinets for his medication.

"Blow what exactly?" Connor said taking out a bottle with light blue pills. "You're body is just reacting to the large alcohol intake you had after withdrawal. If it gets bad enough I will contact the paramedics."

He became silent after that allowing him to come near him with the medication. It felt odd seeing his partner like this so vulnerable but also so open. It made Connor feel bad for the man but not as if he where just going to pity him but maybe guilt.

He was the reason why they both had recently undergone so much stress and breaking his own creator's boundaries had made him very open to anyone who came in contact with them despite Hank's warnings. Could he be the reason his drinking had become so aggressive lately? He could only think so.

"I'm sorry about this kid you know how these things go over at the precinct... " His eyes widened at the way Hank pulled at his sleeve but remained silent. "...You know..."

Somewhat reluctantly he nodded along. He didn't trust himself to speak when he was overcome with so many unnatural and unstable feelings. He chose to pat the man's shoulder and get back to cleaning the rest of the dishes as the food cooked.