Nothing came of the lead on their case. Nothing came of afterwards, nothing came for a few days after. Or the week after that.

In fact, Connor was starting to wonder if he was just as afraid of having a real relationship with Hank as Hank was of having a physical relationship with Connor.

This night they sat in the back of the bar, Connor swirling his Blue in a glass and Hank watching some wilderness show on mute on the TV in the corner.

"Something has been wrong, finally ready to tell me what?" Hank is looking at Connor now, dead pan and a little worried.

"You were right about Blue tasting like garbage," Connor starts weakly.

"Not like you drink it often anyw—wait, 'tastes'?" Hank double takes.

Connor nods, meeting the man's dark eyes with his own. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I got some of the upgrades from Cyberlife."

Hank sits back and sips his whiskey, "yeah like what?"

At least it was starting easy, "optics, skin, sensory, internal, computing, and a 'stomach'."

"I heard ya da ya da, stomach. English for comprehension?"

" I have high resolution optical in both eyes. My skin heals faster and has more sensations. I can taste now. My processor has been upgrades, as well as my storage banks. Some newer model 'organs', including a small 'stomach' that allows me to eat a small amount of food and process it into power which I can then store in my new energy cells for back up power or power boosts," Connor choose very carefully the way he said these things, and to make sure Hank didn't see through his wavering confidence on the subject.

"So you see better, you can taste and eat and you think faster now?" Hank leans forward and places his finger tips on the back of Connor's hand on the table. "And you can feel this?"

"Well I could feel it before but-" he trails off and Hank traces little circles over the back of his hand. Hank's finger tips l left tingles in their wake and he was transfixed in watching the feeling being created.

Had Hank's skin gotten softer? They hadn't really had any physical contact for near two months now.

Connor turns his hand around and presents his palm to be traced by the man's fingers.

Hank was glad Connor was more transfixed by their hands and paid no attention to anything else. He could stare at the brunette properly without being caught.

It did seem now that it was mentioned that the young man's skin has changed a little. The texture and feel being one step close to real skin. His eyes has a very dark blue ring around them now.

Speaking of rings, Hanks eyes feel on Connor's now slightly pink ring at his temple. Pink? Was he blushing from Hanks touch?

Hank still couldn't bring himself to be more physical with Connor. It was so wonderful when it happened, but it had to be too good to be true right? Connor was a government sanctioned Android and didn't have any more that what he needed to solve cases. And even if he was equip with the things needed to have a physical relationship, it would all be programs running everything right? It would be like a fantasy, too perfect and without real meaning. Right?

Hank wasn't too sure now, watching Connor blush as he tickled the inside of his palm. He seems so new to that kind of contact. And so inviting of it. Connor was enjoying feeling the man's fingers in his palm.

"Do your cheeks blush now too?" Hank asks softly.

"What?" Connor snaps his eyes up, but Hank didn't really need the answer, his ring spinning wildly in sharp to pastel pinks.

"Musta just been the light," he pulls his hand back to sip his whiskey. Connor didn't want him to stop though. It was wonderful having contact again.

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