Journey Through Love (Hank X Connor)

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I'm really thankful for all you-- maybe three or five-- people reading this story! I'm feeling really excited for it. I'm thinking about starting the interactive Connor thing around 220 reads. Maybe slightly lower. It'll give my story a chance to get more readers, you to share with your friends, and for it to get a more active, immediate community. I'm really excited for this story, I hope you are, too!
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Hank opened his eyes and sat up. He scratched his head and blinked a few times to focus his vision, looking around the room. Connor was laying beside him, looking as cute as ever with a small smile. Hank set a hand on Connor's back and picked up his phone from the nightstand. He remembered he had dropped his phone. When he realised Connor put it there, he couldn't help but smile.

Turning on his phone, Hank got out of bed and checked the day. Friday, finally.

He stood up and walked out of the room, stumbling into the bathroom to take some painkillers. He popped the pills into his mouth and took a sip of tap water, then washed his hands and splashed some water on his face.

He grumbled something, turning the water off and drying his face. He sighed and stood there for a moment.

Alcoholism was a horrible way to slowly kill himself. He always felt like shit when he woke up.

Hank walked into the living room and checked the time, about six forty AM.

He sat down and turned on the tv, mindlessly watching it.

"Hank...?"

Hank turned around and looked up, seeing Connor stand in the hallway. Even though Hank's felt horrible, he couldn't help but smile.

"That sweatshirt looks like a dress on you." Hank said.

Connor walked over to him, setting his soft hand over Hank's shoulder. "You're a big man. Of course it doesn't fit me." He sat beside Hank and yawned, rubbing his eyes.

Hank put an arm around his boyfriend and pulled him close. Connor set his hands on his lap and closed his eyes.

"It looks cute." Hank said.

Connor smiled at him. "You look cute, too." He reached over and took out Hank's ponytail, putting it back up neater. "There. Now your hair isn't all over, so I can see your beautiful face."

Hank rolled his eyes. "Shut up." He pat Connor's shoulder.

Connor smiled and sat there for awhile, sighing quietly. He looked over to Hank and looked at how he was sitting, so slumped over. Connor always sat straight up with his hands on his lap. They were such an odd couple, with all of their differences.

Connor leant back and draped his hand over the couch beside his head. He slumped over a bit and spread his legs like how Hank was doing.

Hank looked over and pulled his hand away, a sort of blank expression on his face.

Connor giggled softly, comfortable. He thought he mimicked how Hank sat pretty well.

"What are you doing?" Hank asked.

"I'm sitting." Connor answered, looking up at Hank.

"Well, yeah, I mean, uh," he frowned and shrugged, putting his arm around Connor again. "Alright."

Connor grinned, relaxing against Hank.

They cuddled with each other for awhile, until Connor said they should get to work. They probably should.

Hank was forced to eat a healthy breakfast and sober up some more, while Connor fed Sumo and did some other things.

He gave Hank something to wear, then changed, too.

"Do you know what we're doing at work today?" Connor asked.

Hank nodded. "Yeah."

They got to the station and sat at their desks. Hank plugged his phone into his computer and transferred a picture to it. He turned the screen to Connor, who frowned.

It was the picture he took of when he was getting beat up. "Do you have any more pictures?" Hank asked.

Connor sent him six more pictures and a 13 second video.

Hank started to match their faces up to the database, while Connor sat there.

Connor leant over and glanced at what Hank was doing. When Hank looked at him, Connor quickly sat straight and pretended he was looking at something else.

"Joseph Brodie." Hank said, pulling up a picture of a young man with dark skin, dressed in a hoodie and jeans. "He's twenty three and has had quite a few problems with the law. He's the 'leader' of the three men that attacked you."

"Does it say where he lives?" Connor asked.

"Yeah," Hank got up and grabbed his badge, putting it in his pocket. "How about we visit?"

"Alright." Connor stood up and followed Hank outside. Hank slid a hand across his side just to make sure he had his gun.

They got in the car and Hank started driving, while Connor mindlessly did coin tricks.

"Stop distracting me." Hank said. 

"Stop drinking."

Hank grumbled something and snatched the coin mid air. He put it in his pocket.

Connor looked sad now. He pouted and leant against the door.

Hank rolled his eyes, not looking at his pouty boyfriend.

He parked a bit away from Joseph's house and stopped the car. He leant over and started kissing Connor affectionately. "Don't be mad at me."

Connor wrapped his arms around Hank and giggled. "I love you," He whispered.

"I love you, too." Hank smiled at him. That smile basically sent a spear through Connor's synthetic heart every time.

"Stop being so damn handsome." Connor mumbled. Hank chuckled and pulled away, getting out of the car. Connor got out, too, taking Hank's hand and following him to the door.