A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! I get the WORST writer's block, and I'm trying to make this better than the last chapters!
7:23 AM
Connor woke up, to Hank hovering over him. "Morning, kid." The gruff lieutenant said.
"Good morning." He sat up. "Most of my wounds have completely healed, only the particularly severe ones require more time to be repaired."
"That's good to hear. So you feel better?"
"Yes, much better." He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since he left New Jericho. Something about being.. Home, just made him feel content.
"Great. Need any more thirium or something?"
"No, my thirium levels are at ninety-eight percent." Sumo woke up and trotted over to the still-healing deviant for some affection, which he received through ear rubs.
"Hello, Sumo." He ran his right hand down Sumo's back. "Good dog." There was a strange calming feeling to it.
"'Kay. I'm gonna go make something for breakfast, if you want you can rot your brain on the TV or somethin'." He said, walking into the kitchen.
"I would rather not cause my intracranial processor to decay, thank you."
"I can't tell if you're being a smartass or if you're actually serious."
"I am being serious."
"It doesn't actually rot your brain, kid." He said, rolling his eyes.
Connor's LED blinked yellow for a moment as he looked it up. "Actually, it is partially correct. Studies show that too much television leads to a decrease in brainpower in young adults."
"Shit, really?"
Connor nodded, even though Hank couldn't see it. "Yes. Over three hours a day can cause depression and insomnia* as well."
"No wonder I've been drowning myself in whiskey for the past three years.."
"I don't think.." He trailed off. 'What does one say to that?' He thought. 'Perhaps I should recommend he sees a therapist. Or.. Would that be offensive?'
"So, you got any plans for today while I'm at work?"
"..No. I don't usually plan things for myself."
"Right.. Why don't you find a hobby or something?"
"That sounds like a good idea.. But what?"
"Well.. What do you like?"
Connor looked puzzled. "I.. Don't know. What exactly does it mean to 'like' something?"
Hank sighed. "It's.. Hard to explain. Something you like usually.. Stands out from everything else? In a way?"
"..Okay, I will see if anything 'stands out' to me."
"'Kay. We'll go shopping later to get you some new clothes and shit like that, I don't like the fact that you're covered head to fucking toe with branding." He gestured towards Connor's blazer, which was laying on the coffee table.
"..Yes, I find it a bit hurtful, too. The way I am.. A walking advertisement for a company that has shut down. I will find and purchase new outfits so I don't have to continue to wear this one."
"Good idea."
"You should head to work. I'll take care of Sumo while you're gone."
"Alright, alright." He sighed. "I was hoping you'd forget about work."
"Androids don't forget things as easily as humans do, even if we.. Wish we could forget something."
"Oh, right, you guys can also be traumatized." He grabbed his keys from the bookshelf by the door. "Welp, off to work, I guess."
"Have a good day, Hank."
"Yeah, yeah. See ya."
Hank left for work.
sooooooo about this being better than the previous chapters.. Heh. Already working on the next one, it's gonna be a HUGE improvement, I swear!
UPDATE: Alright, I have a 600 word chapter ready to post. Do you guys want me to spend more time improving it and making it longer, or do you want me to post it as soon as possible? Review, PM me, any way of contact to tell me what you want me to do! I'm probably gonna get no answers, in which case I'll just make it longer, but majority rules if anyone decides to pitch in with their opinion!
ANOTHER UPDATE (5/12/2022): Thanks so much to InfraNyte for favoriting the fic! Really makes me feel good knowing someone out there likes it!
AGAIN (THREE MONTHS LATER): Sorry chapter six is taking so long to be released, I decided to restart it!
