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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"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."