"Por favor, Papi! Mas fuerte!"

"Connor!"

Connor turned away from the computer screen and towards Hank, his face heavily shadowed by the blue light of the computer screen. In the dark kitchen, it was hard to read the lieutenant's expression.

"Connor, you fucking pervert. If you're gonna do that stuff at 4 in the damn morning, put some fucking headphones on!"

"Do what stuff, Hank? I was watching a movie, like you suggested, to help me feel tired."

If anything, Hank just seemed more flustered. On the screen in Connor's peripheral vision, the movie was coming to what he'd read was a "money shot".

"I believe the climax is coming, would you like to watch? It's not particularly suspenseful, and is rather predictable, but it was highly recommended by intelligent ad software. Perhaps there will be a twist."

Hank groaned into his hand, though Connor's scan indicated he wasn't feverish or anemic. It could be tiredness, he supposed, or annoyance.

"Did you word it that way on purpose, you little shit?"

"Si, mas rapido!"

Both of them turned towards the screen on the table, where the actress (who was more flexible than 53% of adults her size) had her ankles in her hands and was screeching with glee.

"Turn that shit off!"

Immediately, Connor exited the tab, which brought him back to Hank's homescreen. Most of what the lieutenant had bookmarked was movies much like the one he'd been watching, in the pornography genre. He seemed awfully irate that Connor was watching something similar. Perhaps it was because he didn't speak Spanish? Or maybe he didn't want spoilers for that movie?

It had seemed quite predictable, especially when it was obvious why the repairman hadn't been wearing a shirt. There were also continuity errors, they had yet to try and fix the dishwasher and there had only been four minutes left in the movie.

"I apologize, Hank, would you like me to start it over so you can see the whole thing?"

His only answer was a huff of air and another groan, which only served to further confuse him. Though Hank wasn't often a big talker in the mornings, he was usually more coherent than this.

"Are you alright? You seem uncomfortable," Connor said, watching the way Hank rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"Uncomfortable? I don't see why, I was just woken up in the middle of the fucking night by some chick squealing, and come out to find my damn android watching porn on my goddamn kitchen table. No, I don't see anything abnormal with that!"

Hank's tone indicated that he was being sarcastic, so Connor did a quick internet search for etiquette surrounding pornographic content, and quickly realized his error.

"I'm sorry, Hank, I should have worn headphones."

"Connor-"

"And I will be sure not to allow you to see my browsing results…"

"Connor-"

"And would you prefer me to do it on the couch? There are no actual fluids involved but if the visual of them is disturbing where you eat, I could-"

"CONNOR!"

"I….. yes?"

"WHY ARE YOU WATCHING PORN?!"

That one was easy enough to answer. Connor smiled, happy he finally understood what Hank needed to know.

"I was trying to find Coco, but the only places that it was available to watch without payment were illegal streaming sites. But based on your browsing history, this movie also showed up in the search, and was free."

Hank's hand was back on his head, running through his hair while the man shook his head. His earlier passion had died, fading back into awkwardness.

"Connor… Good Lord I'm too old for this…. Do you…. Does watching this shit make you…. Y'know…. Excited?"

Connor felt his smile fade, cheeks pulling downwards. He didn't understand the question.

"I suppose I was anticipating their budding romance. However, it felt rather rushed, so I…"

Hank swatted a hand through the air, shaking his head yet again. Was he dizzy? Connor wondered if he should be concerned as he watched him pull a chair out and settle in at the table across from Connor, smacking the laptop shut as he went.

"No, not like that…Ah fuck. Alright, Connor, I'm gonna just say it. Were you watching that shit cause it turned you on?"

"Turn me on?" Connor questioned, already googling the phrase while Hank groaned again, muttering something under his breath, "Oh, no, I don't think my body was designed to work that way. My thirium supply does not increase in my pelvic region, and I have no desire to stimulate an orgasm."

Hank swore, giving Connor a withering glare before he popped up to get himself a beer. Connor wondered if this was one of those conversations Hank couldn't have while sober, as he often told him.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling suddenly ashamed. His brief searches had said this should be the right emotion to feel after being caught watching pornography. If shame was feeling as though he shouldn't be seen, then Hank's reaction was certainly making him feel that way.

"It's alright, Con. Just, talk to me, alright? If you weren't watching it to… release some steam, then why were you? And on my laptop, no less? I thought you had a whole movie theater in that head of yours," Hank said, voice groggy but much calmer than before.

"I was… having a hard time keeping my thoughts away from distressing trains of thought. A search for coping strategies suggested a movie on an external screen, to give my processors new input to occupy them. I didn't want to wake you, so I thought the laptop would be the best choice. I apologize if I've overstepped."

"It's alright, kid," Hank's tone was gentle, even if he still looked like he'd rather be sleeping, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I thought I wasn't supposed to discuss pornography with-"

"Jesus Christ, son, not the porn! I meant you, do you want to talk about you. Your upsetting thoughts or problems or whatever is on your mind," Hank interrupted, patience gone.

"I would rather not, but thank you," Connor replied quickly, hoping he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. The thought of trying to voice his fears, of convincing Hank that he didn't really think this was all another simulation or that he was happy to have been rescued despite the fact that he didn't deserve it, was too much for him to accomplish right now. Those things were better locked up in his head, where saying them couldn't make them real. Wouldn't make the people around him see him as ungrateful.

"Alright kid, I'm going to head back to sleep then. But if you want to talk, don't hesitate to come wake me up. I'm a grumpy old fart but I'm a grumpy old fart who's here for you, got it?"

Connor smiled, his stress levels dropping by 3% as he did. Even without discussing anything in depth, he felt better knowing Hank cared.

"Thank you, Hank."

The old cop merely nodded, pulling himself up with the table and stumbling his way back to bed. He was only out of sight for a moment before he popped his head back around the corner, face serious.

"And if you watch more of that shit, use my headphones!"

"I doubt I will watch more, but if I do I'll simply mute the computer like Detective Reed. From what I've observed from my desk, he doesn't seem to have any issues following the story even without the audio cues," Connor replied.

"I did not need to know that," Hank shouted as he disappeared down the hall again, "I did not need to know that!"

"Goodnight, Hank," Connor called, smiling despite himself.

Hank's groan was his only answer, but it left Connor feeling lighter regardless.