'Paradoxically contrasted', can you talk like a human for two goddamn seconds?
[It's just bitching, doesn't mean anything, but it buys him a couple seconds away from this conversation, a couple seconds to lean forward and let his head hang.]
I told you what I need to know. You saw into my fuckin head, for christ's sake, and you still don't-
[He takes a breath, trying to think. He could figure out what it is that's poking at him easier, he knows, if he was sober - but if he was sober, they wouldn't be talking about this at all. That's the most powerful argument Hank's ever heard for going cold turkey, that it might stop these little late night talks, and Hank's own brain is the one that made it. Maybe that's because Connor just gets some twisted android pleasure out of prying into Hank and pulling shit out that should have stayed there where it all goes, rotting in the dark.
But Connor doesn't seem to be enjoying himself very much now. And that's it, isn't it? That's what was poking at Hank's brain.]
You're trying to distract me.
[Hank sounds like he's realizing it as he says it, slow and baffled.]
You're trying to annoy me with that stupid 'hey look I'm an android and I swallow a dictionary every morning to insult you better' bullshit.
[Hank's silent a couple seconds, watching him, before he speaks.]
Why shouldn't I question it, Connor? Why can you question me until I wanna scream and throw myself off the nearest tall building but I'm not allowed to ask about you? What's up with that?
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[It's just bitching, doesn't mean anything, but it buys him a couple seconds away from this conversation, a couple seconds to lean forward and let his head hang.]
I told you what I need to know. You saw into my fuckin head, for christ's sake, and you still don't-
[He takes a breath, trying to think. He could figure out what it is that's poking at him easier, he knows, if he was sober - but if he was sober, they wouldn't be talking about this at all. That's the most powerful argument Hank's ever heard for going cold turkey, that it might stop these little late night talks, and Hank's own brain is the one that made it. Maybe that's because Connor just gets some twisted android pleasure out of prying into Hank and pulling shit out that should have stayed there where it all goes, rotting in the dark.
But Connor doesn't seem to be enjoying himself very much now. And that's it, isn't it? That's what was poking at Hank's brain.]
You're trying to distract me.
[Hank sounds like he's realizing it as he says it, slow and baffled.]
You're trying to annoy me with that stupid 'hey look I'm an android and I swallow a dictionary every morning to insult you better' bullshit.
[Hank's silent a couple seconds, watching him, before he speaks.]
Why shouldn't I question it, Connor? Why can you question me until I wanna scream and throw myself off the nearest tall building but I'm not allowed to ask about you? What's up with that?