Mistletoe

by Whiscash

pairing: Hank Anderson/Connor

notes: whaaat, I fell for another contrasting personalities interspecies ship and wrote ridiculous fluff? *shocked Pikachu face* inspired by one of those "who in your otp hangs mistletoe everywhere and who is exasperated"-type prompt. thanks for reading, your thoughts are always appreciated, and have a wonderful Christmas/holiday season/whatever you celebrate :D

Hank hadn't seen so much mistletoe in years.

Actually, he probably hadn't seen any mistletoe in years - definitely not in his own house, anyway. There hadn't been much point in putting up Christmas decorations when it was just him and Sumo, and he neither knew nor gave a shit whether people still put up mistletoe these days.

He probably should've learned by now, though, that Connor wasn't most people .

"You...decorated," he observed dryly, glancing up at the five - five - bunches of mistletoe dotted around his living room.

"Just like the tradition!" Connor looked up at his handiwork with a satisfied smile; now he didn't have to wear his CyberLife uniform all the time, he'd unexpectedly embraced the ugly Christmas sweater. Hank had a worrying suspicion he'd find a matching one in his closet. "Although real mistletoe can be dangerous for animals and humans, causing potential drowsiness, blurred vision, vomiting and seizures if consumed, so these are artificial. Do you like it?" he added as he caught Hank's eye.

"It's, uh, different," Hank replied, shaking his head in exasperation and more affection than he'd admit to. "But I'm pretty sure it's not traditional to put it in the bathroom ."

"Oh, it isn't? Sorry, I made an error. I can take it down." To anyone else, Connor's expression would've seemed completely neutral, no hint of offense or hurt or any other emotion other than a minute twitch of his mouth as he headed for the door. "I didn't realise you didn't want to kiss me."

"Whoa, hold on. I didn't say that -" Hank started to object, catching him by the arm - and immediately realising he'd been played, as they were now standing directly under the mistletoe in the doorway.

"...Goddamnit," he sighed, but couldn't help breaking out into a grin every bit as ridiculous and wonderful as the idea of spending Christmas with his android boyfriend, still smirking at him like the sly little shit he was. "Alright, c'mere."

As this was also the first Christmas in a long time he actually had anything to celebrate, Hank supposed, he could probably get used to it.