Connor isn't certain what the surprise might be about, though he doesn't express it any further than a slight tilt of his head. He supposes Hank might not realize how easy it is for the android to offer his help. Sure, there's a number of other things he could be doing instead, but... most of them don't feel like they have the same level of importance.
"I suppose you can tell her to contact me if they need me to do anything specific."
It seems more efficient to let Hank do that than try to get in touch with her himself immediately, if the lieutenant is going to be talking to her anyway.
"And I'd be glad to help with whatever you'll be doing, specifically."
Despite his grumpiness, Hank briefly cracks a smile. A small one before he returns to his usual wall of pretending to be annoyed by everything. The more time passes, the more he (mostly secretly) feels that this will alright. Maybe it's just because knowing that Connor has his back helps a lot.
"Will do. I have no idea what type of costume they might have planned for you," he adds' point a free finger at him before taking another sip. "And we'll be giving presents...or at least thats what Sora made it sound like."
Even through the course of this conversation, Hank's mood does seem to have brightened. Connor isn't certain if it's because of his support or because Hank has talked himself into it, but he's glad to have added anything positive to the experience if that is the case.
"I'm sure whatever it is will be fine," he replies. Connor thankfully came with a particular lack of shame when dealing with things like what he's wearing. He does offer Hank a little smile of his own, though.
It is pretty easy for the android to ease Hank's mind, despite how he would have just shut himself in a cocoon and stayed home all day otherwise if Sora hadn't contacted him.
"Right...Well at least we won't have to worry about getting something like that police officer costume," he says trying to keep a straight face, but failing. "Think I'd traumatize the kids that way."
The image of a sexy santa is so ridiculous in his mind he finally lets out a small laugh before giving the android a small playful punch with his elbow. "Might not be as bad with you, at least."
That they wouldn't get such a costume... is true, as such things would be... inappropriate in their own culture, let alone this city's. For a second Connor isn't certain what Hank's trying to insinuate, though, with the... err, compliment? Joke? The teasing elbow doesn't help him interpret it.
The unfortunate part about being an android is that one's mind can create an even greater amount of strange and confusing possibilities than a human's could in the same amount of time. Connor looks as if he can't decide between being genuinely amused and utterly baffled, and his LED very briefly blinks yellow as he uncharacteristically trips over a word.
Maybe one day he would have to teach Connor more about the art ofHank Anderson's Terrible Jokes Fun Hour but the android's usually unflappable personality struggling with just a few words makes Hank wonder if he'd overstepped his limits.
His thoughts much slower than Connor's, he stops for a few uneasy seconds in silence before briefly frowning as he looks away and speaks again, attempting to fix it.
"Well uh, you know--"
Christ, all that time and he can't even come up with something decent.
"I'm sure the experience will be memorable enough whatever we wear," the android offers with the flicker of a smile, to help break the awkward feeling that's fallen over the conversation. If he can help them refocus on the easygoing nature of their relationship rather than anything out of place, he's glad to do it. It was his fault for making things strange, anyway... he really doesn't know where that came from.
"I'll be sure to record it, in case you want to go over it again in the future."
"Right..." He looks incredibly relieved that he didn't have to explain himself further, still unable to formulate proper words. Why did this tend to happen so often recently? He didn't even drink that much booze anymore! Or maybe that was it. He was too sober so he cared more.
Clearly.
Thankfully Connor's words snap him out of his thoughts and he looks at him, one eyebrow raised.
"You gonna walk around with a phone snapping pictures, or do they have something like an old school camera around here?"
"My eyes are cameras, technically speaking," he reminds Hank playfully. Many of his memories are as clear as they were the day they were recorded, and they're easily transmitted across the amulets, despite the lack of technology he could use to print them or otherwise display them.
"But if you'd like a keepsake, we can certainly look into getting a camera. They do take a short amount of time to work, but they exist here."
"Shit, that's right. Sometimes I keep forgetting you're a walking piece of technology." The banter is tossed back playfully back to him even as he takes a final sip of his bottle, finishing it. He ponders getting another, then decides with Connor watching him it might not be a good idea.
When there's mention of a camera, he waves a hand to dismiss the idea.
"Sounds like more of a pain in the ass than anything else. At worst there's also the...uh, leaves from the memory tree, right? I feel the kids would wonder why there's a helper with a camera anyway. Besides those things add like twenty pounds to your frame."
Connor briefly gives the man a look of exasperation, then tilts his head slightly so that his LED is in clearer view, although the gesture seems natural.
"Maybe I need to show you my right side more often."
With Hank, he's never quite sure whether to take the remarks about androids seriously. For all he knows Hank could genuinely be forgetting, with the way he seemed to initially project humanity onto Connor shortly after they met.
"I really don't think it would be that much trouble," he comments, "I wouldn't have any trouble carrying something heavier, if you did want photos."
Being preprogrammed with idioms doesn't mean he automatically recognizes them when there's an equally applicable literal meaning.
It was a mixture of both. Connor's general....Connor-ness did sometimes remind Hank his partner was an android, but he could easily forget it from time to time when he wasn't focused in the idea. In a way, the notion came and went like reminding your body you need to breathe verses it just going on the motions on its own.
But this...words like these were more like a slam to the gut than just a small reminder. However, it was also a lot less painful and a hell more amusing.
"I'm sure it wouldn't be and that's not what I fucking meant," he replies with a brief laugh. "But hell you know what? If you feel like bringing one, be my guest. Might be useful to have memories so we can laugh if I completely mess this up. I'll have to be on my best behavior with kids 'round anyway..."
If there's a few literal sparkles in the air as Connor replies, nobody has to say anything about it.
"Obviously."
He does seem a bit confused at Hank's vague clarification, a tilt to his head and his mouth opening briefly as if he's about to ask for further meaning, but then the topic seems to have passed and it doesn't seem important enough to bring up again.
"I might, then. I think it will be nice to to have a few pictures to put in the apartment." He does pause briefly before continuing, but he knows that he wants to encourage his partner, so he tries not to overthink it.
Nobody has to make any comments about the sparkles, but someone does have to bite down his tongue, least he says something about vampires and sunlight, or being too damn bright he might need a pair of shades.
Scoffing at Connor's first reply, he then looks genuinely surprised at the suggestion from the android, before some parts of his shirt takes on a golden color.
"Christ...having to stare at my face each day in a Santa costume..." Still he doesn't sound completely against it? There's no outright refusal even if his eyes dart downward to his empty beer bottle as he continues.
"Heh. We'll see." Trying to overcome years of self-loathing would take time, but he was realizing how Connor made it easier. "Definitely not worried about whatever role they give you."
Besides, even putting aside the Santa thing, it'll be nice to have something... tangible to show for their time together. As clear as his memories are, it's not quite the same—and for Hank, he thinks it'll be even more significant a difference.
"You shouldn't be. We've always made a good team."
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"I suppose you can tell her to contact me if they need me to do anything specific."
It seems more efficient to let Hank do that than try to get in touch with her himself immediately, if the lieutenant is going to be talking to her anyway.
"And I'd be glad to help with whatever you'll be doing, specifically."
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"Will do. I have no idea what type of costume they might have planned for you," he adds' point a free finger at him before taking another sip. "And we'll be giving presents...or at least thats what Sora made it sound like."
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"I'm sure whatever it is will be fine," he replies. Connor thankfully came with a particular lack of shame when dealing with things like what he's wearing. He does offer Hank a little smile of his own, though.
"I'm sure we can handle it."
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"Right...Well at least we won't have to worry about getting something like that police officer costume," he says trying to keep a straight face, but failing. "Think I'd traumatize the kids that way."
The image of a sexy santa is so ridiculous in his mind he finally lets out a small laugh before giving the android a small playful punch with his elbow. "Might not be as bad with you, at least."
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The unfortunate part about being an android is that one's mind can create an even greater amount of strange and confusing possibilities than a human's could in the same amount of time. Connor looks as if he can't decide between being genuinely amused and utterly baffled, and his LED very briefly blinks yellow as he uncharacteristically trips over a word.
"I—if you say so."
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His thoughts much slower than Connor's, he stops for a few uneasy seconds in silence before briefly frowning as he looks away and speaks again, attempting to fix it.
"Well uh, you know--"
Christ, all that time and he can't even come up with something decent.
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"I'll be sure to record it, in case you want to go over it again in the future."
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Clearly.
Thankfully Connor's words snap him out of his thoughts and he looks at him, one eyebrow raised.
"You gonna walk around with a phone snapping pictures, or do they have something like an old school camera around here?"
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"But if you'd like a keepsake, we can certainly look into getting a camera. They do take a short amount of time to work, but they exist here."
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When there's mention of a camera, he waves a hand to dismiss the idea.
"Sounds like more of a pain in the ass than anything else. At worst there's also the...uh, leaves from the memory tree, right? I feel the kids would wonder why there's a helper with a camera anyway. Besides those things add like twenty pounds to your frame."
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"Maybe I need to show you my right side more often."
With Hank, he's never quite sure whether to take the remarks about androids seriously. For all he knows Hank could genuinely be forgetting, with the way he seemed to initially project humanity onto Connor shortly after they met.
"I really don't think it would be that much trouble," he comments, "I wouldn't have any trouble carrying something heavier, if you did want photos."
Being preprogrammed with idioms doesn't mean he automatically recognizes them when there's an equally applicable literal meaning.
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"As opposed to your wrong side?"
It was a mixture of both. Connor's general....Connor-ness did sometimes remind Hank his partner was an android, but he could easily forget it from time to time when he wasn't focused in the idea. In a way, the notion came and went like reminding your body you need to breathe verses it just going on the motions on its own.
But this...words like these were more like a slam to the gut than just a small reminder. However, it was also a lot less painful and a hell more amusing.
"I'm sure it wouldn't be and that's not what I fucking meant," he replies with a brief laugh. "But hell you know what? If you feel like bringing one, be my guest. Might be useful to have memories so we can laugh if I completely mess this up. I'll have to be on my best behavior with kids 'round anyway..."
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"Obviously."
He does seem a bit confused at Hank's vague clarification, a tilt to his head and his mouth opening briefly as if he's about to ask for further meaning, but then the topic seems to have passed and it doesn't seem important enough to bring up again.
"I might, then. I think it will be nice to to have a few pictures to put in the apartment." He does pause briefly before continuing, but he knows that he wants to encourage his partner, so he tries not to overthink it.
"I know you'll do great."
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Scoffing at Connor's first reply, he then looks genuinely surprised at the suggestion from the android, before some parts of his shirt takes on a golden color.
"Christ...having to stare at my face each day in a Santa costume..." Still he doesn't sound completely against it? There's no outright refusal even if his eyes dart downward to his empty beer bottle as he continues.
"Heh. We'll see." Trying to overcome years of self-loathing would take time, but he was realizing how Connor made it easier. "Definitely not worried about whatever role they give you."
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Besides, even putting aside the Santa thing, it'll be nice to have something... tangible to show for their time together. As clear as his memories are, it's not quite the same—and for Hank, he thinks it'll be even more significant a difference.
"You shouldn't be. We've always made a good team."