It was early in the morning and Connor was already awake and ready to begin in his day.

Silently Connor sat in the middle of the beige couch with his coin dancing nervously over his knuckles as he rubbed at Sumo's ears with his opposite hand. Waiting for Hank to awaken that Sunday morning felt more tense than it should have been, but Connor was unsure of how to approach the senior detective in regard to the plans that he had formed with Markus in private. Cybernetically double-checking with deviant leader about the time they were supposed to meet up and where they were supposed to go, Connor nearly jumped - his already yellow L.E.D. flashed to red and back - when the bedroom door down the hallway opened and Hank wandered out in a sleepy daze to enter the bathroom just a few feet away.

As the sound of the water running in the shower filled air Connor took the moment to privately speak with Markus before having to speak to the emotionally stunted senior detective in a few minutes. Hank still had difficulty in opening up about his emotional pain and Connor didn't want to push him despite making great strides in their friendship over the past six months.

"Are you certain about this?" Connor asked Markus cybernetically and verbally as he remained on the couch with Sumo beside him. Wearing a dark blue dress shirt in favor of his white dress shirt, Connor tried to look less professional and more casual on that particular day. "I don't think Hank wants to acknowledge the concept of 'Father's Day' after suffering his personal loss."

'I know it may seem a little strange,' Markus sincerely empathized with his friend as they discussed spending time with their respective mentors and father figures together. Having more experience with humans and their customs - behaviors, beliefs and holidays all helped give the kindhearted deviant leader invaluable insight that Connor often envied when it came to understanding Hank's mind. 'but I think it's important to at least try to reach out to him.'

"And what if I can't convince him to go? He might be offended by the offer."

'Then that's okay. I'll spend the day with Carl at the house with just him. We won't mind if you two have to cancel.'

"Will Carl's biological son, Leo, be with us today?"

'I doubt it. Don't get me wrong, Leo's not a bad guy, he's just got a lot of issues he needs to deal with and decided to spend time with his boyfriend's parents today. He's been clean for six months and I think if he sees Carl it'll bring up some bad feelings.'

"I see. Have you celebrated Father's Day with Carl before?"

'Yeah, every year since he took me in. He's always treated me like a member of the family. We don't do anything fancy or elaborate, we just talk and enjoy each other's company.'

"Oh. I doubt Hank would be up to talking to a man he just met, but I will try to get him to join me." Flexing his hands slowly Connor tried to keep himself from becoming too tense before he even had the chance to speak with Hank. "Perhaps I can convince him that you and I are meeting up at Carl's home to discuss future plans for android laws to get him out of the house."

'Whatever you think will work. Just let me know if you're going to come over or not.'

"I will. I promise."

'All right. Talk to you soon.'

The shower turned off and Connor turned to look at the closed bathroom door down the hallway over his shoulder. As the door creaked opened Connor ended his cybernetic communication with Markus and watched as Hank stepped out into the hallway with his damp hair hanging down over his face. Hank's eyes were still looking tired even after waking up and taking a refreshing shower.

"Good morning, Hank."

"Yeah..." The senior detective responded sounding groggy and distant as he gave Connor a halfhearted wave. "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?" Rising from the couch Connor pocketed his coin and approached Hank, quickly noticing the heavy bags under his eyes. "You still seem to be tired."

"I had a little trouble falling asleep last night, but I'm fine." Hank gave the curious deviant a strange look and could see there was an important question burning in his soulful brown eyes. The change of attire into something less work-like was also indicative of Connor behaving in an unusual manner. "Something on your mind, kid?"

"N-No, well... Yes. P-Perhaps another time! You're tired and need to rest." Nervously Connor dismissed the idea of asking Hank to go anywhere and tried to take his leave of the hallway. "I'll let you alone to sleep for a while longer."

"Hold it." Swiftly Hank grabbed on to Connor's wrist and kept him in place. He knew that Connor was up to something and the yellow L.E.D. confirmed that Connor was trying to be secretive. "What's going on?"

"Uh..." Pausing for a moment Connor's yellow L.E.D. briefly flashed red before returning to its nervous yellow. "Markus would like my assistance at Mr. Manfred's house regarding future android laws."

"Aaaand?" Hank wasn't fooled, he knew there was something else that Connor wanted to discuss. Something far more important and hopefully less boring than laws and regulations. "What's that got to do with me?"

"I... was hoping you'd join me."

"Oh." Losing the aggravation in his voice Hank stopped giving the deviant a stern glance. "Why are you acting like I was going to shoot you or something?"

"I merely didn't want to bother you by mistake."

"Kid, it's a not a bother. Give me a minute to change into some clean clothes and we'll head out. Okay?"

"Thank you."

As the gruff but kind detective released Connor's wrist he disappeared back into his bedroom and closed the door behind himself. The bedroom suddenly opened again as Hank's face appeared long enough to get Connor's attention before throwing the deviant a clean navy blue t-shirt to wear instead of the dress shirt.

"Put that on!" The man practically ordered as he gave Connor a firm tone of voice before closing his bedroom door again. "If we're not on the clock, then I don't wanna' see you wearing anything with long sleeves for the rest of the summer! It's getting weird."

"Very well." Connor had caught the t-shirt easily and draped it over his shoulder as he casually unbuttoned his dress shirt to change his attire. "I'll be ready by the time you're ready."

"Right."

"That was slightly easier than I had anticipated." Connor retreated back to the livingroom and sent another cybernetic message to Markus as he had promised to let him know what was happening. "Hank and I will be there in fifteen minutes."

'Great!' Markus sounded genuinely enthusiastic about their afternoon plans together. 'See you and Hank soon.'


The aged Oldsmobile slowly navigated the ritzy neighborhood that housed the famous artist known as Carl Manfred as Hank drove up the long drive leading to the beautiful brick mansion. The mansion was something that Carl had purchased and lived in for almost thirty years after he became recognized as a truly talented artist. The mansion itself was warm and welcoming, and it had proven itself to be a loving home for the unorthodox family that was Carl and Markus as an unlikely father and son duo. Regardless of the success of the Demonstration, the Revolution, and all deviants now having rights and laws protecting them from malicious intent, Markus always thought of Carl's home as his own home and New Jericho Tower as merely a place of business.

Reaching the end of the driveway Hank shifted the car in park and stared up at the mansion through the windshield with awe in his blue eyes. It was rare for him to ever set foot inside of such an elaborate residence, let alone actually be welcomed for a visit to such a wealthy neighborhood.

"Holy shit... This place is incredible!" Hank complimented with a whistle as he stepped out of the vehicle. He closed his car door and stood beside the Oldsmobile to take in the sight of the towering building a few yards away. "Great neighborhood, too."

"Yes, it is." Agreeing with Hank's assessment Connor mirrored the senior detective's motions and stood beside Hank next to the vehicle. "Markus is waiting for us inside."

Connor stated in a casual manner as he walked up to the front door and sensed Hank following a few steps behind him. As he rang the doorbell Connor gave Hank a somewhat anxious glance where he stood.

"...Thank you for accompanying me."

"Kid, what's the matter with you?" Crossing his arms defensively over his chest Hank flashed the deviant a suspicious glance. "It's not like it's a problem for me to hang out with you outside of work, you know that."

"'Matter'?" The subject of Hank's question and his human vernacular still caused Connor mild confusion from time to time. "I do not understand the question."

"You're jumpy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up to something sneaky."

Unwilling to lie to Hank the honest deviant tried to answer without giving away the day's plans. "...I guess I'm still wary of-"

The front door swung open and Markus greeted the two detectives with a warm smile on his face. "Hey, glad you two could make it."

A feminine artificial voice greeted the two detectives upon their arrival but neither noticed the greeting as they stepped inside the house after Markus invited them inside with a simple motion of his hand. 'Welcome to the Manfred residence.'

Moving slowly Connor stepped through the door and let Markus show Hank and himself inside to the foyer without acting too suspicious. The mansion was truly exquisite inside and out. It was truly the home of an eccentric and talented person.

As Hank entered the foyer after the two deviants, he shook Markus's hand politely and gave the large foyer the same admiration as he had given to the exterior of the house. "Man, this is a nice place."

From the connected sitting room, the elderly voice of Carl Manfred replied sharply to the comment. "It better be after all the damn money I spent on it."

Hank laughed at the remark as Markus showed his two guests into the room where Carl was sitting.

"Come on." Leading the way Markus continued with the introductions. "I'll introduce you to Carl."

Situated in the middle of the sitting room Carl was bundled up in a thick red robe with a colorful silk scarf wrapped around his neck and sitting in his electric wheelchair with a fluffy blue blanket draped over his legs. An oxygen tank was secured to the back of the wheelchair and Carl had a nasal canula under his nose to give him the additional oxygen and ease his breathing as advanced age and poor health often drained him of his strength and energy. The elderly, paraplegic man was in failing health physically, but his mind was still as sharp as ever.

"Connor, Lieutenant," Markus began in a confident voice as he stood beside Carl's wheelchair with a proud smile. "this is Carl. My father."

"So, you're Connor." Carl noticed the timid deviant detective, the yellow L.E.D. giving him away, and he gave Connor a smug look. "You're the one who helped my boy on the night of the Revolution. It's about time we had the chance to meet so I could thank you properly, just as I thanked his other friends."

"No thanks are needed, Mr. Manfred."

"Sure they are." Not one for humility, Carl insisted that Connor take credit where it was due for his act in saving his people and bettering the world. "It's not every day that you can say your son changed the world thanks to someone taking a huge risk to help them out."

Casually Hank crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Carl with a curiously furrowed brow. "It's not every day you can say your kid's an android without some nut-bag going berserk either."

"You're Lieutenant Anderson," Carl quickly deduced as he pointed a shaking finger at the mouthy Lieutenant. "aren't you?"

"Yup."

"Thought so. Good to know I'm not the only who prefers the company of androids over humans."

As he shrugged his shoulders Hank told Carl what he thought of the entire concept. "Humanity is overrated."

"A man of infinite wisdom, it's refreshing to see an open mind even if it is a touch misanthropic." Reaching his hand over to the nearby table Carl picked up his bottle of scotch and poured a shot into a glass then did the same for a second glass. "Care for a drink?"

Connor didn't say anything as Hank rubbed his right over his bearded chin thoughtfully and decided to accept.

"Why not?" Hank had his drinking over control, and he no longer needed a drink, and he didn't even want one all that frequently anymore. "It's my day off."

"Good answer."

Markus patted the side of Connor's arm and motioned for the deviant detective to accompany him outside and into Carl's exterior art studio. "We can talk out here and get things underway regarding the new laws."

At first Connor was a little confused by Markus wanting to leave the two humans alone until he saw that Hank and Carl were already deeply engaged in a discussion regarding life and all of the tragedies they had endured throughout their own lives. As the two humans spoke with one another Connor could see a strange glimmer in Hank's eyes as if he had found a kindred spirit who would actually listen to him rather than just hear what he had to say.

"Yes. Of course."

"It's nice and quite out here." Sliding the studio doors shut behind them Markus stood in the middle of the room and addressed Connor in a low voice as Connor turned to look back at the sitting room through the door. "I was hoping that would happen."

"You wanted them to be alone to talk?"

"Yeah, I honestly did. I've known Carl for many years and in those years he's rarely ever spoken to any other person beyond his publicist or collectors at art auctions. And he's so... frail." The word was accurate and difficult to admit all the same. "I didn't want him to spend his last few days alone with just me or his caretaker, David. I mean, he doesn't even speak to Leo that often because things are still so tense between them. They're mending bridges but it's still tough."

"You don't want Carl to..." Connor had picked up on Markus's somber mood despite his perfect mask of optimism. "You don't want him to pass on without having addressed any personal regrets. Regrets that only another human can understand."

"Yeah..." Markus crossed his arms defensively over his chest and took in a deep breath. Tears were welling up in his mismatched eyes as he spoke, but he refused to let them fall just yet. "I think this will be the last time Carl and I will be together for Father's Day, so I... I guess I wanted my last gift to him to be a sense of inner peace."

"I understand." It wasn't just a turn of phrase; Connor truly did understand why Markus was so adamant on celebrating the day together. Though new to human emotions and the concept of human traditions Connor understood that sometimes humans needed to confide in one another in the same way androids did for each other. "Hank needs the chance to talk to someone who can relate to his own pain, someone who isn't a therapist or secretly passing judgement. Someone who is just... listening. This was an ideal way to help them both to heal and move on from their past problems."

"Yeah, you got it." As the two humans laughed in the neighboring room Markus felt a sense of relief wash over him at the positive commotion. "We should discuss at least one new law, you know, so it isn't quite so obvious we got these two to meet up for their own good."

"Sounds reasonable." Connor smirked a little and agreed at the simple suggestion. "I believe this is what humans refer to as 'multitasking'."


The two worldly and life-experienced humans spoke to one another in the sitting room for nearly three hours. The duo was laughing loudly and talking about their pasts, talking about their personal losses, and more importantly, talking about their sons. It was a makeshift therapeutic discussion that helped ease the heavy burdens of their exhausted minds, broken hearts and travel-weary souls with mutual interest, and a desire to at long last let go of their pain and begin to finally heal after years of being broken. Being able to just talk about their lives and their memories was enough to soothe the persistent ache in their hearts and even dull the relentless regrets echoing inside their minds.

Enough time had passed allowing Hank to perk up and for Carl to mellow out after his own cranky morning. Markus noticed the time of day and made a return to the sitting room to ensure that Carl received his proper medication before discussing future plans for the day.

"Sorry, Carl." Returning to the sitting room Markus stood behind the man's wheelchair and released its brakes. "It's time."

"Ah, come on." Carl openly lamented as Markus proceeded to wheel the kind old man out of the sitting room and over to the staircase to reach the second floor of the mansion. Only in the privacy of Carl's room would the man tolerate being given his medication. "What's the worst than can happen if I skip one dose?"

"Heart failure."

"So what?" Dismissing the worries Carl tried to sweettalk Markus all the way up the staircase. "That's what we pay paramedics for."

"Carl..." The tone was playful as Markus was used to the elderly artist's stubborn demeanor. "Please?"

"All right, all right. Just make it quick! My time is valuable, you know."

Connor rejoined Hank as he sat on the soft sofa beside the senior detective and folded his hands neatly over his lap. Running a biometric scan over Hank's vital signs while remaining discreet, Connor noted Hank's slightly elevated blood-alcohol level but found it to still be well within reasonable limits.

"Are you still tired?"

"Nah, I'm good." Putting down his nearly empty glass on the small table beside him, Hank watched as the melting cubes of ice danced about in the bottle of the glass with a tea-colored slick now stained over the surface. "How're you and Markus doing with your new law... thingy?"

"We've made some progress." The reply wasn't a lie, but it wasn't a total truth either. "It still needs to have a few details checked, but if we're successful then it'll benefit deviants all over the city."

"What new law is that?"

"It serves to allow humans to sign their deviant companions as insurance beneficiaries and medical proxies. It'll simplify matters in the event that family members are at odds and disagree on the proper course of action in emergency situations. Androids are more likely to uphold a person's wishes rather than interject or usurp with their own beliefs for the sake of personal grievances or monetary gain."

"Good idea." Hank sipped at his remaining scotch and patted Connor's shoulder in approval. "If it passes it should give us less domestic dispute calls to handle too."

"So, Connor." Carl returned to the sitting room with Markus right behind him, and the elderly artist gave Connor a curious glance. "Hank tells me you are the first android detective in the whole damn world. That's pretty incredible."

"Y-Yes." Blushing at the observation Connor tried to remain polite as he replied. "...It's not as glamorous as it sounds."

"Sure, sure." Laughing at the humble remark Carl pointed at Connor with a shaking finger just as he had done to Hank earlier. "You're way too damn modest, son. Try to think of it as an outsider looking in and you'll see how special you really are."

"An outsider?"

"You're the first of your kind, and you've already done some amazing things for the betterment of the world. To anyone who watched you from afar as you aided in the Revolution and helped change the world, you could be seen as a damn hero."

"Oh." Such a reality would never be possible in the eyes of his people, and Connor knew that as a fact. "I'm not-"

Hank grabbed on to Connor's shoulder and gently shook once to silence him. "Shut up, kid. It's a compliment, so take it as it is."

"Anyway," Carl continued on casually without embarrassing the humble deviant detective any further. "Hank also tells me that you and Markus have been working hard on making sure androids and humans have the same laws applied to one another; true equality. I know it won't be easy but don't give up. The world needs new leaders to carry it in a new direction."

"We won't give up, Mr. Manfred."

"Please, call me 'Carl'. The only people who call me 'Mr. Manfred' are the people trying to get a hold of my art or my funds."

"Very well, Carl." Connor corrected himself as requested. "We won't fail our people." Glancing over at Hank as the senior detective, his face seemingly relaxed and at peace, had returned his full attention to Carl. "And we don't fail the friends and families we've acquired along the way."

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now," Carl clapped his hands together readily and stared at Markus as he rubbed his palms together. "I'm starving. Did you make those reservations downtown yet?"

"Yes, Carl." Markus confirmed with a sly grin. "Everything is ready and we'll be able to be seated in twenty-four minutes."

Connor's brow arched inquisitively as his blue L.E.D. flickered to yellow once while Hank gave the elderly artist a curious glance. "...Reservations?"

"My treat." The eccentric older man replied without any sign of regret or hesitation. "It's not often that I get to talk to someone who isn't trying to kiss my ass or tell me what to do! It's refreshing."

"You don't have to-"

"I know I don't, but it's my money and despite what my damn accountant says, I can spend it on anything I want." Giving the two detectives a coy grin Carl insisted on treating his new friends to a nice dinner. "And I want to do this. Join me."

"You're on." Hank spoke up on Connor's behalf as he politely accepted the offer to a nice meal with good company. "It's been a long time since I've been able to go out to a restaurant with people who don't drive me up the wall, so why not commemorate the event in style?"


Arriving at the high-end, exclusive, trendy, and expensive restaurant in Hank's contrastingly humble car had drawn many curious stares, but Carl didn't give a damn about it. As soon as everyone saw the famous Carl Manfred being escorted into the restaurant with Markus, Connor and Hank right beside him, the stares ceased and the sucking up began. As per usual, Carl dismissed the insincere reactions and behavior from those who recognized him. Markus seemed used to the brown-nosing behavior and didn't let the shallow words and hollow flattery distract him. For Connor and Hank, being openly complimented on anything and everything that the snobby crowd could see made the two detectives loathe being anywhere near such an establishment for any amount of time.

Connor and Markus sat at opposite ends of the private booth while Carl and Hank sat in the middle of the booth side by side. The two humans were laughing loudly and talking about everything ranging from politics, to the media, their professions, their past tragedies and about their beloved sons much to the mild embarrassment of the two deviants in their company. It wasn't that the deviants minded that the humans were singing praises about their accomplishments as that aspect wasn't embarrassing, it was the fact that everyone in the rather nice restaurant was staring at them at a result of the loud voices.

'I'm glad that they're having a nice time.' Cybernetically Connor spoke to Markus to avoid offending the two humans or interrupting their conversation as he tried to remedy the situation. 'But perhaps we should convince them to leave. They've had their fill of their meals and they are now merely engaged in conversation.'

'Can't do that.' Markus admitted as he gave the two humans an amused shake of his head. 'Carl is friends with the owner of this place and can do pretty much whatever he wants for as long as he wants.'

Hank laughed even louder and grabbed on to Connor's shoulder lightly as he brought up a rather silly moment from early on in Connor's deviancy.

"You know something? This guy is pretty damn smart and all that jazz, but he still put his hand into a hot oven and burned his palm! Who knew you had to teach a deviant that the oven is hot, just like a damn toddler?"

Connor felt himself blushing a pale blue at the silly story and tried to hide his face behind his left hand. 'Shouldn't we at least cut off the alcohol?'

'No.' Markus couldn't bring himself to cut off either man while having such a fun day. 'I don't want to ruin their good mood.'

'...I don't like all these people staring at us.' Connor's yellow L.E.D. was beating in tandem with his Thirium pump and creating an amber glow against Hank's shoulder where he sat. 'It makes me feel as though we're intruding somewhere that we don't have the right to be.'

'Relax.' The late lunch and early dinner wasn't bothering Markus in the slightest. He was used to Carl getting carried away in public whenever he had enough scotch or found an interesting person to talk with. 'It's late and no one else will be showing up.'

"I got one." Carl pointed at Markus and spoke about one of the deviant leader's own mistakes from the past. "The first week Markus was in my home he tried to have a conversation with the damn doorbell! I had to remind him that it was a generic greeting, not another artificial intelligence."

Now it was Markus who blushed a pale blue and folded his arms nervously over the top of the table as he leaned forward. 'It'll be over soon enough...'

'I was unaware that humans could talk and eat consecutively for five hours, forty-six minutes and seven seconds.'

'It's Sunday, so the restaurant will close in about an hour.' Finding a window of hope Markus tried to recover after his twinge of embarrassment. 'We should be able to get them back home soon enough.'

'Is it like this on every Father's Day?'

'Only when things go right.'

'This is normal?' Seeing the smile on Hank's face and his improved vital signs helped ease Connor's understandable worries. 'That's a relief.' A loud belly laugh from Hank echoed throughout the restaurant and made Connor study Hank's demeanor even closer since he rarely ever saw him so happy. 'At least I think it is...'


After an additional three hours of Hank and Carl laughing it up drunkenly at the restaurant, the two deviants were finally able to take the two humans back home to sleep it off in their own beds in their own homes. Assisting Markus in getting Carl back inside the house and getting his electric wheelchair out of Hank's car trunk, the two deviants worked together in taking Carl back home where he belonged and bid each other a good night. While it was a slight struggle working alone back at Hank's house, Connor managed to open up the passenger side door of the Oldsmobile and pull Hank out of the seat and onto his feet to lead the inebriated human back to the house through the backdoor.

It was a clumsy walk, but Connor managed to guide Hank with relative ease thanks to his own enhanced strength and balance. With his arm wrapped around Hank's waist and Hank's arm pulled around his shoulders, Connor escorted Hank from the side of the house and toward the rear of the property. Once they were inside it wouldn't take too long for Connor to get Hank in his bed.

"Y-You know... You know 'wut?" Hank slurred dumbly as he leaned heavily against Connor's shoulder and breathed scotch right in the deviant's face. "I like that... Carl... guy!"

"Yes." Ignoring the foul breath in his face Connor continued to lead Hank across the side yard and to the backdoor. "I've noticed."

"He'z nice... And he knowz 'wut it'z like to keep uh... uh android from killing himzelf over ztupid shit!" The drunken man managed to spit out despite the alcohol inhibiting his ability to speak clearly. "That'z pretty cool."

"I suppose it is." The unusual words took a moment to translate, but Connor understood everything Connor as he guided Hank through the backdoor and around Sumo to get him through the kitchen, down the hallway and into his bedroom without tripping over the massive dog in the process. "It seems you two have a lot in common."

"Hey, S-Sumo!" Hank greeted the dog with a heavy slur as the Saint Bernard followed the duo down the hallway. "Good dawg..."

"Hank, you need to sleep now." Connor instructed as he sat Hank down on the edge of his bed and pulled the coat from around the senior detective's shoulders to help him get more comfortable. Lightly Connor pushed Hank over so he was laying on his back and then proceeded to pull off Hank's shoes to ensure that the human could sleep as peacefully as possible. "And I'm going to be silent to ensure that you rest appropriately."

"C-Con..." Lifting his head up slightly from the pillow he was resting against, Hank stared at Connor's dark silhouette beside the bed through his wavy vision. "H-Hey, Connor?"

"Yes?"

"This was a pretty good Father's Day."

Connor froze and his soulful brown eyes went wide and his yellow L.E.D. went red at the comment. In return he dropped Hank's shoes on the floor in the moment of surprise as it seemed Hank had figured everything out.

"...Pardon?"

"I'm not... I'm not dumb, kid." Hank slurred again as he draped his arm heavily over his eyes. "I know 'wut today iz. Why did ya' think I could... I couldn't zleep zo good lazt night? I fuckin' hated the damn day for the pazt... four 'yearz now. I alwayz had a bad time s-sleeping the nightz before becuz... becuz I wazn't a father anymore. Now I kinda' am again. And it'z not so bad."

"That is a relief." Relieved that Hank didn't sound angry Connor let out a small sigh. "You aren't upset that Markus and I did this without telling you directly?"

"Nope. Juz' don't do it again... okay? Nothing will top thiz Father's Day. This was a good..." Drifting off a little Hank was fighting to remain awake for a little while longer as he complimented Connor and Markus's plans. "Very good Father's Day."

"Of course, Hank. I was just uncertain-"

"I know... Becuz of Cole." The slurring confession was as painful to listen to as it was for Hank to let out. "You didn't want me all... upzet or some bullshit. I get it, you were lookin' out for me, kid. I... I appresh'ate it."

"Correct. I was just looking out for you."

"Y-You're alwayz lookin' out for me. And I'm... I'm alwayz lookin' out for you."

"That's right." Checking Hank's vitals one last time Connor was satisfied that Hank wasn't in any danger after drinking so much alcohol and would be able to sleep off his drunkenness without any complication. He'd sober up before dawn without any complications. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, thankz for everything." Letting out a big yawn Hank turned his head to the side and buried his cheek into his cool pillow. "G-Goodnight... son."

"Goodnight." Smiling proudly Connor picked up the dropped shoes from the floor and then threw the warm quilt over Hank's sleeping form before departing from the bedroom quietly to let Hank sleep properly. "Happy Father's Day... dad."

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