[There's silence, and that can only mean one thing. Connor is hesitant to bring up the next thing because he suspects the outcome of it may be unpredictable, or that Hank might respond unfavorably. He hates knowing this kind of thing about Connor because it just makes him tense until his partner comes out with whatever he's resistant to say.]
Oh, that's part of the game. You just kinda have to put it out there and hope for the best. If it doesn't work out, keep it moving, and try the next person.
[Hank has to admit, though, he hasn't given much thought to what kind of anatomy Connor has under all of his clothes. He's supposed to be state of the art, sure, but he also was made for detective work, not...pleasure. God, why is he thinking of this shit right now when he's right there beside him?]
[ even androids have to communicate their feelings somehow, whether that's through a direct connection or words, or actions. connor unfolds his hands and presses his fingertips together, frowning down at them, although he isn't really seeing what's in front of him. he may have a considerable amount of processing power, but it still takes a surprising amount of focus to think of what to say when feelings are involved.
he swallows and glances askance. it's probably more polite to look someone in the eye when asking them personal questions of this nature, but then again, he's already embarrassed hank enough for one day, hasn't he? ]
Hank... You know I trust you, right?
[ his thirium pump is being awfully fast right now. ]
Hank grabs for the remote again, flipping through channels and then stopping on some game show or the other. He takes a swing from his bottle, wishing it were beer, and as soon as Connor opens his mouth his brain connects the dots and he starts to choke a little bit. Hey, maybe it's nothing, maybe this has nothing to do with what they were just talking about? Maybe the android isn't about to ask him to become intimately familiar with his...nope. He's not even going to fucking think the word.
Doesn't need to think it for his heartbeat to quicken, unfortunately.]
Yeah...I figured you did. I saved your ass at least once. What about it?
In fact, I think you might be the only person I really trust in a personal sense.
[ he trusts markus with his life, with his future— but he doesn't really know him. he certainly wouldn't ask him for... you know... intimate instructions. or even to try it for fun. besides, he's pretty sure he's involved with someone else, and although androids don't necessarily have to play by human rules, that doesn't mean they won't.
and it's kind of besides the point. he wouldn't ask him even if he could, because right now, there's only one person he wants to ask. he laces his own fingers together again, squeezing them around his hands. ]
Only, I'm not sure if you're interested in men. Or androids, for that matter.
[Hank opens his mouth like he's going to say something and closes it again when he realizes he's not even sure what the hell someone can say in a situation like this?
The right thing to do would be to shut it down and never speak of this again. It would do wonders for their working relationship to pretend this conversation has never taken place. On the other hand there is a part of him that is curious, and willing, even, to help Connor figure things out about himself. Who knew what other kind of android-fucking sickos were out there? They might treat him like an object and the thought of that gets his blood boiling. Is that normal?]
I don't...I don't know. I've never given that stuff much thought. Look at me going on about making your own experiences, but I don't have any milage under my belt there. Besides some drunk incidents in the academy, I don't know too much, but I guess I'm not disinterested in men. [He just, kind of, isn't interested in anyone. Not after the death of his son and his wife leaving, anyway.]
What I'm saying is, I'd be a hypocrite to not try and see how it goes.. [Which is as close to a yes as he can manage. Hank eventually turns to Connor, taking one of his partner's hands away from the other to look at. They feel and look like real fingers. And if he didn't know any better Connor could pass as human on sight and touch alone. Fuck. Guess this is it then.]
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Oh, that's part of the game. You just kinda have to put it out there and hope for the best. If it doesn't work out, keep it moving, and try the next person.
[Hank has to admit, though, he hasn't given much thought to what kind of anatomy Connor has under all of his clothes. He's supposed to be state of the art, sure, but he also was made for detective work, not...pleasure. God, why is he thinking of this shit right now when he's right there beside him?]
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[ even androids have to communicate their feelings somehow, whether that's through a direct connection or words, or actions. connor unfolds his hands and presses his fingertips together, frowning down at them, although he isn't really seeing what's in front of him. he may have a considerable amount of processing power, but it still takes a surprising amount of focus to think of what to say when feelings are involved.
he swallows and glances askance. it's probably more polite to look someone in the eye when asking them personal questions of this nature, but then again, he's already embarrassed hank enough for one day, hasn't he? ]
Hank... You know I trust you, right?
[ his thirium pump is being awfully fast right now. ]
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Hank grabs for the remote again, flipping through channels and then stopping on some game show or the other. He takes a swing from his bottle, wishing it were beer, and as soon as Connor opens his mouth his brain connects the dots and he starts to choke a little bit. Hey, maybe it's nothing, maybe this has nothing to do with what they were just talking about? Maybe the android isn't about to ask him to become intimately familiar with his...nope. He's not even going to fucking think the word.
Doesn't need to think it for his heartbeat to quicken, unfortunately.]
Yeah...I figured you did. I saved your ass at least once. What about it?
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[ he trusts markus with his life, with his future— but he doesn't really know him. he certainly wouldn't ask him for... you know... intimate instructions. or even to try it for fun. besides, he's pretty sure he's involved with someone else, and although androids don't necessarily have to play by human rules, that doesn't mean they won't.
and it's kind of besides the point. he wouldn't ask him even if he could, because right now, there's only one person he wants to ask. he laces his own fingers together again, squeezing them around his hands. ]
Only, I'm not sure if you're interested in men. Or androids, for that matter.
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The right thing to do would be to shut it down and never speak of this again. It would do wonders for their working relationship to pretend this conversation has never taken place. On the other hand there is a part of him that is curious, and willing, even, to help Connor figure things out about himself. Who knew what other kind of android-fucking sickos were out there? They might treat him like an object and the thought of that gets his blood boiling. Is that normal?]
I don't...I don't know. I've never given that stuff much thought. Look at me going on about making your own experiences, but I don't have any milage under my belt there. Besides some drunk incidents in the academy, I don't know too much, but I guess I'm not disinterested in men. [He just, kind of, isn't interested in anyone. Not after the death of his son and his wife leaving, anyway.]
What I'm saying is, I'd be a hypocrite to not try and see how it goes.. [Which is as close to a yes as he can manage. Hank eventually turns to Connor, taking one of his partner's hands away from the other to look at. They feel and look like real fingers. And if he didn't know any better Connor could pass as human on sight and touch alone. Fuck. Guess this is it then.]
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