“Florida I guess? Isn’t that where you go to die?”
Hank refrained from turning that into a joke, but he still fully expected Connor to get his feathers ruffled.
Instead, the living room went quiet outside of the tv
Connor’s temple was red, which he kind of anticipated seeing as how close they’d become. But the look he was giving Hank was...upsetting.
Hank looked him over and saw the way his hands were clenching up, making fists at his sides.
“Oh.” He finally said, though it didn’t sound angry. Kind of weird since he looked ready to punch something.
Sumo licked at his hand as the crowd on screen cheered and roared at their teams.
But Connor was without his voice.
He was without any sense of direction. He didn’t know what to say.
His light blared red in the dim room and probably would forever- so long as the muse who inspired all those things would be gone from his life.
That’s what Hank was telling him, right? That he was going away, now? Forever?
Hank was very careful what to say. He felt like he was watching the first sea of grief he’d ever had to witness Connor wade through, and quite honestly, Hank couldn’t decide where the intensity was coming from.
He could finally get those sweet sun rays he’d been missing since he’d left Georgia with his first wife.
“Sumo will have a hell of a time getting used to the heat...” He muttered to himself.
A place with air conditioning would be a *must*.
“But, yeah you can visit us anytime, Connor-“
Hank would normally say something snarky to that, but the catch in his voice...
The look in his eyes...
“Yeah, I mean...he’s my dog.”
Connor snagged his lip between his teeth, and chewed.
Connor stood quietly, eyes fixed on the floor.
Hank wasn’t an overly patient man, but he was almost afraid to see this continue. What was he supposed to say when he had no idea what was wrong.
He could guess, of course, but...
Connor slowly looked up at him.
“‘Cause you don’t need me to show you how it’s done, anymore. You’ve got this, Connor.”
“I...that’s not...”
“Is it because I’m your only friend, then?”
It wasn’t like Hank was special- he was just familiar.
He was there when Connor gained his deviancy and he was there to throw him all the life lines he
He didn’t have anything to fear with a face like that, he’d find friends.
“You’ll make more, trust me.”
Hank turned back to scratch Sumo’s ear. Judging by the quiet again, that hadn’t quite hit the nail on the head.
Weird, indecipherable, Connor.
That eventually turned in to muted conversations and Connor avoiding helping him pack. Hank didn’t need him for either, but he wouldn’t pretend it didn’t bother him. Was he mad at him?
He couldn’t stay away forever, though, as evident by the way he rushed over the morning of Hank’s departure.
Even as he dropped to his knees and held Sumo around his neck a few seconds longer than the lumbering giant
When he could finally tear himself away, there was nothing waiting for Hank. Connor looked just a fraction away from his eyes, standing stiff, and
Hank didn’t ask for anything, either, because he knew whatever was happening to the balance in Connor’s life, he was to blame. And he could no more ask for the same kindness in a goodbye, than he could ask Connor to come.
-If only to calm him-
When Hank finally took the ride to the airport, he made peace with the fact that Connor would still be here to call. Maybe even visit.
It took some time to adjust to the heat, as he’d imagined, but it was how Hank figured it be.
Orange skies in the evening that made the bay look like it was full of sparkling gold and jewels when the light hit it just right.
Lots of living things singing in the heat all through the night.
He never did, though, which surprised him. He didn’t feel like he had to be anywhere that had
It was hard to imagine, but Hank slowly began to feel like he deserved this- especially after everything he’d left in Detroit.
Connor.
The first few calls Hank made went unanswered. And it hurt. It was like an ache at first, but the third week of radio silence started to stab at him.
He started to think that he should have told Connor. It was so sudden, and yeah- it was *his* life. He could do what he wanted.
But...
Connor deserved more.
He said whatever was in his mind and what he felt about it- which was how they had chosen to navigate his deviancy.
There was a lot of silence, a lot of tension, and a lot of Connor saying absolutely nothing.
They were best friends, wasn’t there something there to say?
Hank didn’t hear from him after another week, and he was becoming unsettled.
Was he already gone?
Just two.
That did absolutely nothing to keep him from buying plane tickets.
Hank had 3 hours to think of an apology and figure out how he’d fix this.
He’d walk with him and Sumo at ass-crack hours that he’d rather be sleeping through, becasue Connor loved late night strolls with the big dog.
And he would say he was sorry, and hug him. Surely Connor had wanted to before and just...hadn’t.
It made him pale to think about, but there was a time when he would have pulled a gun on him and called him plastic.
It was a violent, unwelcome memory, but it was reality.
He’d apologize for not making this as big of a deal as it was, and for not involving Connor in it.
He waited outside Connor’s apartment with his heart nearly beating out of his chest.
He took Sumo on a walk in front of his apartment while he waited. He was getting impatient and was ready for breakfast time.
Hank would try calling Connor, but that hadn’t worked in a long time now.
He was about to pack Sumo up and take him back to the motel to get comfortable again while Hank went out, but he finally caught a break.
The girl who lived a few rooms down from Connor came out to leave for work.
She definitely knew him. A few androids had been keeping tabs on him and coming around pretty regularly to their apartment. She knew Connor was nice, but she explained he had been the subject of
And lastly, that he had moved.
Hank could guess who those androids were, as there was only a few other people Connor involved himself with, but he’d never have guessed where he had moved to in a million years.
Or *why*.
It was exactly how he’d left it, and that was no doubt thanks to Connor.
Hank wasn’t prone to them, but he was pretty sure he was experiencing an anxiety attack as he walked up the few steps to the front door.
Nothing about this was familiar.
Like he was trespassing at his own house.
He was starting to get an idea of why Connor had stopped answering him.
He’d never have peace of mind again
if he didn’t see that goofy face and hear that goofy voice tel him what the fuck was happening to them.
Instead, he felt like he didn’t know himself anymore, and like he didn’t know Connor.
Hank stared into deep, brown lenses that scattered and searched over he of in his face, as if they couldn’t see enough of him- as if Connor was judging if he was real.
“You’re here...” His voice had an unmistakable glitch in it.
His button up was rolled to the elbows and hanging untucked, and there was a sort of tiredness in the sloppiness of it. Like he couldn’t be bothered.
Like it didn’t matter.
His eyes were wide and unbelieving while he drank him in, and Hank stood firm under his gaze
He wanted to know why he was living in Hank’s old house with it’s annoying, old tiles that were starting to peel at the corners and counters that were chipping. It wasn’t shit, or else it
Why was he living in *this* when he could have anywhere else on the planet? He could buy land someplace west if he really wanted, but *why* *this*.
None of that is what Hank said, though.
“I’ve been calling you for *weeks*, and you never answered.”
Connor’s mouth hung open. He knew why he hadn’t answered and why he never would have, but now Hank was here,
He could try, and probably would, but why bother when Hank was going to go right back to Florida, anyway. He could indulge him, and go back to living in hiding from all of his feelings in a place that could handle them.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Hank felt like the biggest hypocritical asshole for demanding Connor tell him all of his decsisions when he hadn’t even involved Connor in the most important one.
Why should he tell Hank anything?
Just because Hank was scared something horrible was coasting beneath the surface of something as trivial as a pouting android, didn’t mean he should be allowed to go digging.
Connor could keep his secrets like Hank had.
It wasn’t Hank stirring these awful things, not in the way he deserved it to be, and inside of his chest suddenly felt colder than his boots in the snow.
“Why? I don’t understand...”
He was a shit owner for leaving Sumo in the car right now with only the heat on to warm him,
He should have showed some control, the kind he’d had through all of Perkin’s insults and Gavin’s taunting, but he had nothing to keep him from moving forward.
“I don’t understand any of this.”
Connor simply couldn’t tell him, because....
*Hank would just go back to Florida*
Hank had forgotten how frequently it snowed here. In only two months, he’d forgotten about defrosting windshields, and driving on ice, but he’d never forgotten how happy he was here.
Flakes were starting to dust Hank’s shoulders and cover the ground. It was a light snow with a bitter cold, and Hank had forgotten how quickly cold like this stung.
If he’d ever wanted proof that androids could know pain, he’d remember the way Connor broke in early June under a few hard words.
He’d keep the place clean and the dust from settling, and forget
Yet, the disjointed, cryptic words touched base with something he’d never given thought to, and yet, had somehow wormed its way into the back of his brain.
“Connor...you don’t need *me* to be happy.” He took a step forward.
“You’re your own man... you can do this without me...”
Hank reached out, anticipating that hug where he could hold the other close to him again.
“You have to let go of what’s ‘safe’.”
“I know it’s scary, but living like this is worse.”
Connor drew himself back through the door, readying to close the gates on Hank’s house forever.
Not alone.
“I’m sorry, Hank, but I can’t. I need to be here- where I’m still...with you. I’m sorry.”
He looked at the older man pleadingly. It was never about being afraid to make friends, or exploring new feelings. Not even remotely.
Hank could barely get a breath in between the strange pain in his chest and the freezing air filling his lungs.
Had this been here in front of him the whole time and he’d just never noticed?
“But, I’d like to do it in my own way. It was good to see you.”
“Come with me.”
The air was charged with something as Hank held his breath. Connor looked startled, but that didn’t cover the half of it.
He looked stunned, then wary- as if Hank didn’t know what he was saying. That he wouldn’t mean it if he did.
“I don’t know what I’m thinking here, Connor...but I’m thinking I’ve gotten this all wrong, somehow.”
“Come here.” He said, again, so soundly, and Connor slowly relinquished his hold on the door.
He looked so tired, and the look of caution in his eye mirrored many ‘sleepless’ nights.
“You think you need me to be happy, do ya?”
“‘More than I knew...”
“I want you to be happy, too. If you want to be ‘safe’ and do what’s ‘comfortable’, you deserve that. And if you never want to talk to another living thing again, *fine*.”
Hank squeezed a little harder.
Connor let himself be pulled in a little further.
His hand idly stroked the top of Connor’s ‘spine’.
“When you didn’t answer my calls, I was fuckin’ miserable.”
He was miserable since that shitty ‘goodbye’, but he had had no idea
Connor grew stiff beneath him, hands fisting in the back of Hank’s coat. He could tell him everything now, and ruin his chance to be with the only man who had his heart ever again.
There was no way to win this, and Hank, would ultimately go back to Florida, with orcwithout Connor.
Maybe Connor was supposed to stay here with the hollow of Hank’s home.
“I love you!”
His voice glitched piercingly, and he would need to try again if Hank was ever to hear what he had said.
“*Holy shit*” Hank breathed, as he’d definitely heard him.
He suddenly pulled away from him and held Connor out by his shoulders.
He looked up at Hank like he didn’t know where that had come from, mouth open with eyes seeing straight through him.
“For how long?”
“I don’t...since September....”
Connor looked confused and troubled at the same time, but he nodded ‘yes’.
“Connor...*fuck*. When I told you I was leaving....”
All Connor could manage was a weak little nod that he was listening, overcome with the things spilling from him he’d been trying
Hank was overcome, too, but by something else entirely.
“Come here.” He didn’t wait for Connor to move with him, thrusting him against his chest and keeping him there. Connor let himself be held,
Hank must be freezing, then....
His body stuffed into the grooves of the man above him, until Connor looked much smaller than he actually was, and his core slowly heating up
It paled in comparison, but keeping Hank’s house full of life and the memory of a man many states away had exhausted him.
“I’m sorry, too. I went about everything the wrong way-“
“Shit, like I’ve ever been better.”
Hank focused on that hug he’d been waiting for that was so much more amazing than he’d ever imagined it to be.
“Can I still come with you?”
Hank thought he would have to be fucking mad to. How could he still be worrying about that?
“I...even though I told you I love you?”
“Connor, *yes*.”
“We need to have a talk about this. But first, pack your bags.”
“Are you concerned about the sharks some of the neighbors have in their back yards?”
“Not as worried as their back yards sliding off into the ocean.”
“Hank.”
“I think the guy across from us is an alligator. Or maybe that’s his pet.”
“*Hank*.”
“Hank, I look I’m 30. Not 18...do they come here every summer?”
“Oh yeah, Miami is lit.”
“*Watch it*.”
“Go on. Let me get your picture with the spring breakers.”
“They’re all wearing neon zebra print.”
“HNNNK. Do *not* get us kicked off of the docks.”
“Baby, don’t get all huffy.”
“Hank, I swear-“
“There you are, Baby. Let go all over my cock.”
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You guys are fucking great, all of you.
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