Connor walks Sumo three times a day.

He follows the basic dog care guidelines and takes a careful watch of Hank's companion. Connor does not have much to do ever since he submitted an application to join the police force. Being an android solely created to aid police in their investigations meant that he did not need to go through typical human routines when applying to the workforce. However, his application was still being processed because of the tense situation around androids and humans. Android rights was still a topic being heavily debated. If he joined there was no way for him to be able to predict how he would be treated. A lot of people were split on their thoughts of the case of android freedom.

So here he was. Idle. No purpose.

Walk the dog.

Contemplate.

Clean.

Occasionally answer the summons of Markus.

Repeat.

Connor found the term, bored, best fitted his situation. Even so, he keeps himself busy. Sumo is a good friend in Connor's daily routines. Connor finds himself talking to the dog more than others may deem healthy. Though there is no questioning Connor's mental health because he was functioning perfectly.

"I find animals to be excellent conversationalists, if not good listeners," Connor lowers his eyes to look at Sumo inspecting a nearby light pole with great interest. "Nothing you say can be misinterpreted in their company. I presume it is the same with you, Sumo."

Connor presses on, "Can I ask you a personal question, Sumo?"

Sumo does not bother to look at Connor. He is far too busy attending to his dog duties.

"What must I do to live as carefree and unbothered as you?"

Sumo is, naturally, unresponsive to Connor's question. Connor knew he wouldn't get an answer but that's okay. He was mostly entertaining himself at the moment.

The sun was setting and Hank told Connor he would be out spending overtime on a homicide case. A homicide case that Connor thinks he could have been apart of had his application already been accepted.

Connor stopped walking once he spotted his first snowflake. It had snowed heavily a couple of days ago but since then there hadn't been a snowfall to be seen. Connor took a moment to appreciate nature's complex weather patterns and the beauty that came with it. Though he could not feel the cold, he knew it was unwise he keep Sumo outside, even with his heavy fur coat. Sumo didn't seem to mind the cold yet, and instead took it upon himself to inspect a nearby bush.

Connor, deciding he has had enough of staying outside, tugs on Sumo's leash. The dog reluctantly obeys the command to move on and follows after Connor. Once they reach home, Connor lets the dog loose inside, and the dog happily trudges over to his favorite sleeping spot. A few weeks ago, he couldn't have ever imagined living in someone else's home with someone else's dog. His home had been Cyberlife.

"Good riddance."

Connor considers turning on the news to pass the time until the door flies open.

Hank stumbles in.

Connor didn't think twice about running to help him up to his feet.

Upon inspection, Hank had multiple bruises on his face and on his arms.

"Lieutenant! Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not." The man barks at Connor, upset, and probably frustrated with his current circumstances. "To think he decided to get the drop on me! Why I oughta'-!"

Connor recognizes the drunken slur in his caretaker's speech. Connor guesses that the most probable cause was a bar fight. With that he decides to poke for answers.

"I thought you had a case to work on?"

"Huhh… case? Nah, nah, just an excuse…"

Connor arches a brow.

"So you lied to me."

"Had to get away from you somehow. You're suffocating to be around."

Connor sighs.

"I am sorry that you feel that way. I will attempt to be less of a hindrance."

After all, he was living in someone else's house, and he had to be on his best behavior. Still, it was surprising how much Hank's words… hurt. Connor was not sure how else to put it.

Connor drags his partner to the couch where he gently settles him down. The man immediately slinks to his right side, landing his head on the couch's arm, and continues to babble. Connor pays him little mind as he removes Hank's shoes, tossing them aside, and then pulling off the man's black jacket.

"I can understand why you're drunk…" Connor begins, "but what are the cause of all those bruises?"

Hank sniffs.

"Fight." He mumbles.

"I'm sure fighting in a drunken stupor didn't help much."

Hank waves his hand lazily in the air.

"Couldn't crack me, I was untouchable."

"Clearly," Connor humors him.

"Shoulda' seen me. Punch there. Punch here. I still got it."

"I would advise you do no such thing in the future. It is damaging to your health."

"You're not my damn nurse." Hank barks, "and 'sides… pricks were throwing insults and I got tired of hearin' 'em."

"You must have been quite offended."

"Course I was!" Hank throws out defensively, "They were insulting me! Me and my android buddy."

Now Connor definitely knew he was drunk.

"You're a bucket of bolts, you know that Connor?"

"Negative," Connor answers.

Hank ignores him and goes on saying, "They don't know you. Not like I do."

"That would… be the correct assessment lieutenant." Connor agrees, assuming that the people he was talking about were complete strangers.

"Yeah, so what gives them the right, huh? You could fill all of their positions in society and do them two times better. They got nothin' on you."

Connor blinks.

"Am I correct in assuming… that you were defending my honor?"

"Wasn't defendin' nothin'..." Hank drawls, already looking to be on the verge of sleeping. Once Connor saw the signs, he once again picked up Hank so that he was leaning against him, and dragged the half-awake man to his bed. Hank continued to mutter things that Connor didn't bother interpreting. Instead, he opted to tuck his friend in, making sure he was comfortable and pulls back to admire his work.

Hank was sound asleep.

Connor disappears to grab a chair from the dining room. He sits by Hank's side and takes care to make as little noise as possible.

He watches over him for the rest of the night.