[Hank looks up, hands hanging between his knees now, his gaze sharper, again, than it's got any right to be. He has no trouble looking up at Connor, now.]
What else could it fucking have to do with? Every time I think I'm starting to get a handle on you you pull the rug out from under me. You won't leave me alone, you say it's cause we knew each other back home. You say it's cause we're partners. And I think, 'okay, an android gets an order and then it gets shoved into a setting totally different from anything it was ever programmed for, its bosses aren't around, it latches onto the last order it got as hard as it can.' That makes sense, right? Then you say it doesn't matter what you want - which means you want something. To be my friend? Why? And then we circle back around to the orders thing, which, okay. Kind of a stretch, but okay. Then you tell me it's not that at all, it has nothing to do with your orders, so- what? What's left, Connor?
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[Hank looks up, hands hanging between his knees now, his gaze sharper, again, than it's got any right to be. He has no trouble looking up at Connor, now.]
What else could it fucking have to do with? Every time I think I'm starting to get a handle on you you pull the rug out from under me. You won't leave me alone, you say it's cause we knew each other back home. You say it's cause we're partners. And I think, 'okay, an android gets an order and then it gets shoved into a setting totally different from anything it was ever programmed for, its bosses aren't around, it latches onto the last order it got as hard as it can.' That makes sense, right? Then you say it doesn't matter what you want - which means you want something. To be my friend? Why? And then we circle back around to the orders thing, which, okay. Kind of a stretch, but okay. Then you tell me it's not that at all, it has nothing to do with your orders, so- what? What's left, Connor?