[The world goes a little sideways as Hank stands and he controls the sway with the ease of long practice, going one way and then the other just at the right angle to land against the wall and prop himself up there. Hank looks back from doing that just in time to see Connor rubbing at his eyes and he goes still, and his shoulders hunch up with shame, his face twisting around as he tries to keep more of that shame from making it onto his face.

He's not really that successful, he mostly just manages to look ashamed and kind of pissed about it. He still doesn't know what made it through his squishy human brain into all those stupid stubborn circuits, but shit, just a little bit was probably enough.]

What about what you want? There's got to be something in your... your logic that's more than just 'aid the human'.

[He folds his arms around his chest, trying to think of some reason Connor shouldn't be doing this that doesn't involve asking if he knows, does he know how much Hank hates him? That whole thing? It's hard to think around it, to think of something else. It takes him a second.]

You're just gonna keep getting knocked on your ass, it's not, forcing this shit's just not gonna work.