He's not sure what he expected in an answer, but it's a lot more than he thought Connor would answer. If he pretended, he could almost imagine that it was the same one from the CyberLife tower. He almost sounded like a deviant.
Almost.
"..."
He doesn't say much of anything after that for a few minutes, thinking to himself, or the alcohol is finally catching up to him in full. When he looks at Connor again, he seems a little more numb than usual, but doesn't look as lost as he was just a few minutes ago.
"...I think the apple cider might be good about now."
He doesn't attempt to break the silence, instead deciding to take the opportunity to slowly readjust the blankets around Hank to a satisfactory arrangement, a neutral expression on his face. Their eyes meet when Hank finally speaks again, and the sheet Connor is currently holding onto settles over the top of the lieutenant's head, just to be sure his vitals are getting the warmth they need.
He gives the man a weak smile before getting to his feet. Whether it's meant to comfort Hank or reassure Connor himself is another matter.
"I'll only be a few minutes," he says, and he only pauses briefly before turning and exiting the room.
"...Sure," he replies a bit after Connor has left, after having wrapped him in what could just be easily considered a blanket burrito at this point. He wanted to call him back in and tell him that he had pulled too tight, but in the end just gave up, and threw himself backwards into the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
What shitty life choices had lead him to drink, get turned into a living ice cub, then let out his grievances at an android who had a perfect memory and would not forget what he told him anytime soon.
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He's not sure what he expected in an answer, but it's a lot more than he thought Connor would answer. If he pretended, he could almost imagine that it was the same one from the CyberLife tower. He almost sounded like a deviant.
Almost.
"..."
He doesn't say much of anything after that for a few minutes, thinking to himself, or the alcohol is finally catching up to him in full. When he looks at Connor again, he seems a little more numb than usual, but doesn't look as lost as he was just a few minutes ago.
"...I think the apple cider might be good about now."
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He gives the man a weak smile before getting to his feet. Whether it's meant to comfort Hank or reassure Connor himself is another matter.
"I'll only be a few minutes," he says, and he only pauses briefly before turning and exiting the room.
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What shitty life choices had lead him to drink, get turned into a living ice cub, then let out his grievances at an android who had a perfect memory and would not forget what he told him anytime soon.
Fuck.
"Shit...I really blew it..."