[Promising, the way Hank reaches out. Connor experiences what can only be described at a thread of hopefulness, even if his friend is all manner of hesitation right now. Better than nothing, and he shakes his head.]
It’s fine. If you’re sick, you’re sick.
[They both know Connor’s a police android, and it’s going to take a little more than seeing Hank getting sick to squick him out. Old hat, buddy.]
Were you-
[Ah, he has to reach out with his other arm and place it lightly on Hank’s shoulder so that he doesn’t lose his balance. Please don’t tilt like that.]
Were you hungry? You’re far from the kitchen. We’re outside.
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It’s fine. If you’re sick, you’re sick.
[They both know Connor’s a police android, and it’s going to take a little more than seeing Hank getting sick to squick him out. Old hat, buddy.]
Were you-
[Ah, he has to reach out with his other arm and place it lightly on Hank’s shoulder so that he doesn’t lose his balance. Please don’t tilt like that.]
Were you hungry? You’re far from the kitchen. We’re outside.