"Could spruce the place up a bit," Hank suggests as he observes Cole's room. Connor stands there next to him, looking at the blue paint on the walls, and then to the dusty ceiling fan hovering over both of their heads. The only feeling Connor had was the kind that made him feel like a trespasser.

"I don't understand," Connor admits.

"I'm saying this can be your room from now on," Hank tells him slowly as if explaining to a child.

Connor immediately starts, "But this is Cole's room."

"Maybe, but he's…" Hank trails off, swallowing air, "he's not living here anymore and I'm not letting you stay on my couch."

"You do understand that androids do not require sleep?" Connor asks. He didn't need a room let alone a bed. He was made to function 24/7 and the only times he really 'slept' was during mandatory maintenance at Cyberlife. "Therefore I would have no use for this room." He explains this but even he is doubtful of his own words. A room would be useful for many reasons. He would have a place to call his own and a private area where he could seclude himself. He'd also have a place to put the things he collects because he couldn't just keep stuffing things in the garage forever.

"Connor," Hank says in a no-nonsense tone, "just take the damn room."

Hank leaves no room for argument by leaving the room. Connor is left dumb-founded in his spot because, firstly, he didn't know where to start. He knew this room had a sentimental value to Hank but for the man to give it away so freely was downright strange. Yet, who is he to argue with Hank's wishes? Connor just hoped he wouldn't soon regret it. He can imagine Hank storming back in and demanding Connor leave because of the significance of the room he stood in.

This was Cole's room.

Not Connor's room.

This room had not been used in years. On habit, Connor begins to investigate, and scans the room. He sees the dust on the bookshelves, on the windowsill, and even on the bed frame.

Connor shifts in his place, unsure of what to do next, but his mind tells him the next objective is to confront Hank about this again. He needed to tell him that this was wrong. Even though Connor had already observed that Hank was not intoxicated in any way upon gifting the room to him, he felt that something had to be off about him. This couldn't have been something he'd be able to give away so easily.

Connor decides to convey this through Hank's dinner. He had cooked meatloaf today for Hank, something he had intended to do anyway because today was an important day.

"I believe you made a mistake in granting me Cole's room," Connor begins and Hanks puts his fork down in his annoyance.

"Connor, that's your room. I don't want to hear any more about it."

Connor stresses, "But that room holds a meaning to you."

Hank sighs.

"Look, Connor, I'll never forget my son. That was my boy. I kept his room untouched because it hurt just to look at it. Believe me, it's a good thing you'll be taking it up because now it won't be a painful reminder." Hank looks like he's struggling while explaining it all to Connor. This was taking a toll on him emotionally and Connor…? Connor had brought it up. That's why he feels a tad bit guilty and decides a change of subject is in order.

"I thought I could do something for you today," Connor hesitates, unsure if he should go through with what he's about to say, "and I know you don't have a son anymore but… happy Father's Day."

Hank stares at Connor as if he had just grown two heads.

"What about you?" Hank asks.

Connor blinks.

"What about me?"

"Nevermind," Hank shakes his head and picks up his fork again. He starts eating the meatloaf once more, eager to be rid of his hunger. He tosses his plate into the sink when he's done. "Forget I said anything."

"I apologize if I have somehow insulted you, Hank," Connor says after he observes Hank's sudden change in mood. He was grumpier for some reason. Connor couldn't fathom as to why. It would be reasonable to think that it was because of the reminder of his son but there was something else to it that Connor couldn't see.

Hank turns from the sink and considers Connor for a moment.

"Thanks," he says.

Connor watches as Hank withdraws to his room.

Connor wonders what Hank could have thanked him for. It could have been for the apology, for the well-wishes, or maybe it was because of something else in their conversation.

Sometimes Connor wants to know what Hank is thinking in that mind of his. Maybe he would, one day.