Connor stepped in to the house for the first time in two days. And it was a big hug to his heart. Sumo bound up to him almost shaking with joy and barking wildly.
Nothing else mattered for a moment and he sat on the floor letting the big sloppy dog lick his face and pounce all over him.
Then, as he was wrestling Sumo to the floor to end the licking fit, he looks up into the most beautiful big green eyes he's ever seen. On a big gorgeous grey Great Dane with a goofy face and a wagging crooked tail.
"Get him Jimmy," Hank says from somewhere in the background.
Jimmy bounds forward at the command and smothers him. Connor can't help but laughing loudly. Both dogs now barking and wildly attacking him with their tongues.
"Alright ya nuts, get off'em," Hank calls again. "Outside with ya." The dogs bound into the kitchen and Connor was left sitting on the floor alone for a moment.
Connor stands, straightens his suit and turns to the man now standing in the hallway. His soul sighed at the sight of Hank, his terribly patterned button up and slack jeans, now a bit big looking on his slendering body. His face, framed with his long silvered hair and beaming with his soft blue eyes. Connor wanted so desperately to walk over and hug him, but at the thought the pain trickled in.
"I know there isn't shit I can say to make up for what I already said," Hank starts, shoving his hands in his pockets, "but I need you to forgive me and come back home," he pauses and shifts a little. "You're my partner Connor and I can't be running my fucking mouth because you just dont talk to people like that, I won't be drinking like that again. Besides it's too damn quiet here and I can't make an egg to save my life."
Connor looks to the floor, trying to sort all the thoughts, a tear falls down his cheek, leaving a bright blue streak. His LED even began pulsing even though he'd put it on stealth mode for this. His mind was racing from all he'd learned about hurt and forgiveness.
Hank steps up to him. It was like he'd forgotten how flawless everything was about Connor. His hair was perfectly fluffy, such a smooth chocolate color, skin a soft delicate tone, running over a tone slender body.
He swipes away the tear from Connor's cheek and their eyes meet.
"I need you Hank," plain and simple and not to be mistaken. All of his thoughts compressed into one simple phrase. Nothing else mattered. He needed Hank to accept him. He needed Hank to be there for him. He needed Hank to want him. He needed Hank as much as he could get him. He just needed Hank.
The man lifts his face to look deep into his soul, "what would ya ever want me for?" But presses their lips together anyway.
Connor melted into Hank, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling them close. Hank's hand twines into the brunettes hair as he deepens their kissing.
Stopping only to let Hank catch his breath, Connor puts their foreheads together. "I never thought about why," he says softly."
"What?"
"I've never thought about why I want you, I just know that I do," Connor shrugs and steps back only far enough to still hold on to Hank's waist. "Maybe it's from my programming and being assigned to you, or maybe, just maybe it that weird thing that humans do when they just want to spend their lives with one person who just makes them feel happy."
Hank smiles softly, "I get it. I was fucking boring without you around."
They kissed again, more softly and fully this time. The sound of dog nails on the glass door broken them apart this time.
"So do you like him?" Hank asks opening the door.
Connor kneels down to meet the new dog face to face. "He's gorgeous, Jimmy you said?"
"Yes, and he's yours if you want him."
A burning warmth filled him up inside. His own dog! He grabs the pups face and kisses his loudly on the nose, "of course I want him."