Connor leans in, immediately registering Hank's warmth and noting it as an affectionate gesture. He decides to reciprocate by--tilting his head, letting it rest against Hank's shoulder comfortably.
It's nice--he likes this. That's an easy acceptance.
"I guess what I'm trying to say, Hank, is that--I appreciate you. For more than just working with you, though I enjoyed that too, and it's a topic we need to revisit soon. But...most of my appreciation is from our shared time together, intimate and otherwise. I think we're--friends?"
Maybe more than that, but at the very least, that seems a reasonable conclusion to draw.
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He lets go of Connor's hand, but only so he can wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him closer.
Hey, here's the android I bitched and whined about having as my partner, I guess he's kinda my boyfriend now.
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It's nice--he likes this. That's an easy acceptance.
"I guess what I'm trying to say, Hank, is that--I appreciate you. For more than just working with you, though I enjoyed that too, and it's a topic we need to revisit soon. But...most of my appreciation is from our shared time together, intimate and otherwise. I think we're--friends?"
Maybe more than that, but at the very least, that seems a reasonable conclusion to draw.
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"We're definitely friends, Connor. You don't gotta wonder about that."
Hank rubs his shoulder lightly.
"And yeah, I guess we need to work out something to do with our time, huh."