Hank woke up on the kitchen floor to Sumo licking his face. With a creaky and popping effort he brings himself to a sit and rubs his face, his stomach girggles and he moans. How fucking stupid was he? Drinking on an empty stomach after going to the gym for two hours. He manages to his feet and looks at the time on the stove; eight am. Where was Connor?

Dread filled every inch of him when the android's name came to mind. He'd done something and it wasn't good.

He heads down the hall quietly. Connor's door was open, and the sight inside broke Hank's heart. The man was curled around a pillow that was stained blue, his eyes closed and a pained expression light on his face. He'd shut down last night like that. Hate filled Hank. Hate for himself, he must have been a piece of shit last night.He doesn't really remember anything, and more hate filled in. He did this to Connor and he didn't even know what he'd done. But he knew he'd fucked up bad.

Then Hank remember that Connor had installed CCTV in the house about three months ago after they came home to the front door open and Sumo halfway down the street playing with some kids. At least then he could see what happened last night.

That was a mistake though.

Hank sat in just absolute horror watching as Connor turns out of the kitchen silently, crying.As if Hank didn't hate himself enough, it damn near made him cry to hear his own voice spit such poison at Connor. No wonder why the brunette tried to walk away.

That's it! Hank turns off the replay and stands. He wouldn't ever drink to drunk again. Not if he was that kind of nasty.

It was only a little tang of jealous that he shouldn't have even had. Connor has a much better lift a head of him, and if that's with someone else, then who is Hank to stop him? Hank had been encouraging him to go out too.

But the truth was, he didn't want Connor to go with someone else.

He cleans up a bit and brushes his teeth before returning to Connor's bedroom door. WIth a big sigh and a rub of his face, he walks over quietly and sits on the bed.

"I'm sorry Connor," he says quietly, brushing some hair out of the man's face. He knew the android wouldn't wake until his scheduled time unless there was danger.

How would he ever make this up to him?

Could he ever make this up?

Hank started by cleaning up his mess in the kitchen then leaving the house. For he wouldn't have wanted to see his face today if things like that had been said at him.

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Connor wakes up to the soft snores of Sumo next to him. It was well past nine in the morning now. He'd never woke this late into the morning. Oh! He had to get up and make breakfast-but his body didn't move. Why in all of good earth would he make Hank breakfast now? He snorted out loud and turned in the bed, stretching out and staring up at the ceiling.

He needed to leave this house.

Changing clothes he heads out to the living room. Hank was nowhere to be seen, Connor was relieved. As he turns into the kitchen he notices the screen for the CCTV was on. He snorts again, he knew Hank wouldn't remember.

"Well, good, maybe then he'll see what kind of asshole really lays within him," he says out loud to no one and turns the screen back off. He locks up the house and head in the direction of the Cyberlife building. Three hours to his consultation meant he had time to walk there.

w*v*w*v*w*

After eating breakfast at a diner, Hank heads to the mall to try and waste some time. He walked slow, and stopped to stare at anything. When he'd hit the food court he got a salted pretzel and sat outside. This wasting time thing sure wasn't any fun with out his partner.

He puffed at his pretzel. What was he going to say to him? Hey Connor sorry I was a dick, doesn't feel like it would work this time.

Connor was in the right wanting nothing to do with him though. Hank pushes too far this time. He'd even heard Connor swear for the first time on that replay. He was such an asswagon for ruining what sounded like a good night.

"Hello-sorry I startled you," Chad had sat on the bench next to him. Hank jumped a little at his words but sighed when the face clicked. "Are you okay?"

Hank shrugged, "I'm breathing still, so there's that."

Even if slightly off put from his demeanor, Chad kept his soft voice and even scooted closer to the man, "I just wanted to tell you that Connor and I arnt going to be in a serious relationship, and I really think you should tell him how you feel."

Hank was shocked, "excuse me?"

Chad looked a little worried and leaned back a little, "I'm sorry, I must have taken things the wrong way between the two of you. I'll just leave you alone-"

"No-I didn't-did something go wrong between you two? Connor was so happy to go out with you-"

Chad laid a hand on his arm, no longer worried and slowly figuring out what was going on here, "Connor is amazing-but I'm sure you already know that. I have things going on in my life that stop me from taking a permanent companion, but we are going to be good friends I'm sure." A pang of jealousy flicked across Hank's face and Chad saw it right away, "Besides, I'd only be second best in his eyes anyway, even if he didn't mean to see me that way."

Hank shakes his head softly, "I said things I shouldn't have last night because I got too drunk."

"Connor loves you Hank, and the only reason you hurt him so much is because of that," Chad turns his eyes out to the plaza.

"Don't fuck with me," Hank snarls a bit feeling his heart stings tugged on. What would Connor have to love in him?

Chad stands from the bench, "I'm not fucking with you Hank. Get your head out of your ass, and make sure you have a damn good apology in order." His phone chimed from his pocket, he pulls it out and gives one last look at Hank. "That's Connor now, I have to go."

Hank was left there, a little shell shocked from the conversation and even more pissed off at himself than before. Loved him?