𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 ; 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑚 ⟌𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2⏋

[heavymetalgears]

09-25-2020 12:09 pm

We were mistaken for father and son at the supermarket again.

That so?

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09-27-2020 08:58 pm

One small correction, Hank: I was destroyed on one occasion, so technically my life was taken. My memory was simply uploaded into the next model. But isn't it different, because I was made to do these things?

You're right. I fucking hate that you were destroyed. I don't like to think about it. You were made, but you have the autonomy to choose what you want.

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09-28-2020 09:56 PM

You don't have to have empathy for everyone, Connor. I've done some things that wasn't right, I was heated, I beat too hard too much... It wasn't right, I regret I had consequences but fuck... beating the shit out of a child killer helped me sleep at night.

I don't think anyone would condemn you for that, even if it wasn't entirely legal. When it comes down to it, I suppose I'm concerned about my capacity for humanity.

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10-10-2020 04:46 PM

You want to see me naked?

Okay, you know what. I can understand how you got there, I'm not surprised this was your response. But, for fuck's sake, Connor. What are you going to do, run around naked all over Detroit? No, I don't want to see you out here naked!

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10-10-2020 08:43 PM

( Hank figures Connor's not home, or ... is taking a shit (only not really, come on). Whatever the case may be, he spends some time putting away the groceries (which tells him Connor was home... due to the evidence of his milk being tossed). He then spends a few minutes talking to Sumo about how he's not going to buy this brand of canned food anymore if Sumo keeps farting up the house the way he is. Hank then walks down the hall toward his bedroom. It's about time he hangs up his coat and gets comfortable! He takes a step in the room and jolts back out into the hallway at the sudden unsolicited nudity in his bedroom. A place he doesn't even like being naked in! ) Connor, oh-what the fuck!?

[ at least his instincts (if you could call them that, more likely it was some aspect of his programming) had led him right. because he had been pretty certain if he tried to pull this stunt out in the living room, hank would have dropped all the groceries in the doorway. and that would've distracted from... well. from him. when hank backs out of the room, connor raises both eyebrows, sets the magazine aside, and stands up to follow him. ] What's wrong? [ he can't be that embarrassed, can he? there isn't even anything all that embarrassing to see. ] Did you get everything you needed at the store?

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10-12-2020 05:06 AM

[ the naked emotion on hank's face startles him too, but somehow he knows that better. the part of his lips is replaced by a smile, tender and indulgent, and not a little bit sad. because he knows that what he wants to give hank might be impossible, that wishing for his happiness may not be enough. it should mean something to want it, he thinks. but it doesn't really mean anything to anyone but the people who want it. he can try, and try, and they could still end up empty handed in the end. but it's still worth it to him. to try. to want to. connor moves his hands from hank's sides to frame his face instead, his palms and fingertips cool where they touch his heated skin. the space between them is warm and dark. with the blinds shut, the only light that touches is them is from the sliver of open door over hank's shoulder. his voice, soft, a little rough, comes out tender, then desperate. ] Anything you want. I want to give you everything. I want... I want you to have me.

( Hank feels a great relief wash over him with Connor's desire. It causes his breath to hitch and the emotion to rise once again in his throat. It's thick, and it stings with a hot vapor that rises on his cheeks and mists across his corneas. Hank's lashes close with soft beads of tears between his eyelids. His hands hold onto Connor tightly, and his heart skips a beat. The emotion dislodges, and he chokes on a cry of desire with undertones of sorrow. Tears streak down his cheeks and he reciprocates a confession. ) I love you. I want you to want me to... love you.