I do not, and sadly will not ever, own Detroit: Become Human. (Do I still have to say this?)

Hank had missed having Connor around. For a few weeks after the liberation of the androids Connor had left. Not even Markus knew where he was. And then he just appeared, at midnight, sitting on that bench in the park where Hank had confronted him about death.

Hank was sober, actually. He was sober more often now. There was too much to think about. He needed more clear head space.
It didn't mean he was never drunk though. This was just one of those moments.

It was freezing, and Connor was shaking on that little bench, his hair caked in frost. His tie flapped in the wind, and Hank was unsettled by the fact that he was still wearing his Cyberlife uniform, while almost all of the androids now wore normal clothes. His LED was a strong, steady, pulsing red.

Hank walked over to Connor, only to see his eyes were closed, and some thirium had leaked out the side of his mouth. It wasn't invisible, so it must've happened recently. Hank panicked.

"Connor! Jesus, Connor, are you okay?"

"...H-Hank?"

*Stress Level: 82% and Lowering*

(...) skip, i guess (...)

Connor was bundled in blankets on Hank's sofa, Sumo nestled underneath his arm, resting on his legs. Hank had insisted on Connor getting out of his soaked uniform, so he was wearing an old Nights of the Black Death tour shirt with some pajamas that were much too big for him.

*Stress Level: 3%*

The smell of tea drafted through the room. Green tea, Connor noted. Odd, he never imagined the Lieutenant would enjoy something like green tea. A warm fuzzy feeling spread throughout him as he leant back on the cushions, and Hank sat down next to him, blowing softly on his tea.

"Care to tell me what happened, kid?" Connor jumped, not expecting Hank to speak just yet. He was rather enjoying the comfortable silence.

"I-I, um, what?" Connor's LED blinked yellow, confused.

"Why you disappeared for what, 4 weeks-"

"Three and a half." Connor interjected.

"Let me finish. What happened? You just disappeared, and now I just find you here. We were all worried." Hank finished, taking a long sip of his tea afterwards.

"I don't remember." Connor began, "I was with Markus, back at Jericho, helping the rest of the hidden androids, and then I was somewhere, I couldn't figure out where, but some of my biocomponents were damaged and I was redirecting the energy from my sight to fix them internally."

"You're all fine now though, right? Connor?" Hank was worried again, so Connor quickly cut him off with: "Yes. Some of my systems are running slower than usual, but that's all."

Just a little white lie wouldn't do any harm.

"Continuing, I don't remember anything after that. I ended up on that bench. Now I'm here." Hank sipped his tea. He still seemed anxious, but less so. Connor was calmer than he thought he'd be.

"Well, you're here now kid, and you're staying with me."

"Hank, I can't do that, I'll-"

"Too late, you're stuck here with me and Sumo." Hank smirked, and Sumo stirred a little in his sleep.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

For my first fanfic, what do you think? Reviews appreciated!

I may add another chapter, I don't know.

Thanks!

- Olly