Errors in my software | Hankcon

Awkward shit

It took a while for Connor to leave the bathroom and return back to his desk. He sat down slowly, glancing at the Lieutenant. Hank refused to look at him, and was fiddling with a pen. At least he looked less upset. Connor cleared his throat and was about to speak-
"Don't say a fucking word."
Connor turned towards the monitor, pleading silently for a case to flash up on the screen, but obviously nothing did. He looked towards the little plant that Hank had on his desk, and analysed it, anything to take his mind of what happened. The little plant was in need for water, so he reached out and grabbed a plastic bottle with water in, opened the lid and began to pour-
"Connor No!" Hank said, suddenly stirring, slapping the bottle out of his hand, the water soaking the desk.
"I'm sorry Lieutenant, it hadn't been watered in a while, I thought-"
"You thought fucking wrong," Hank replied, grabbing some tissues and soaking up the liquid. He lowered his voice to a hushed whisper, "That was fucking vodka, and that shit is expensive, and now you've gone and possibly killed my plant, and wasted half a bottle."
Connor began chewing his lip, and the fumes hit him. He felt incredibly dumb, of course it would of been vodka.
"Lieutenant I-"
"Don't fucking talk!" Hank glared at him, before sinking back into his chair.

time skip

Hank had gone home early, to Fowler's dislike, and took the car, to Connor's dislike. He had to take the bus home, which was overall unpleasant. Eventually, the bus reached its destination, and Connor got off as quick as he could. He hurried over to Hanks house, and knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately, and Connor suspected that Hank had been waiting for him.
"You don't need to knock ya know? You live here too."
"Yes Lieutenant, I'm aware, but it feels more polite."
"Quit the small talk and sit down." Hank said, heaving himself onto one end of the couch. Connor sat down on the other side, facing him.
"Why in the absolute everlasting fuck did you kiss me? And no bullshit like it's comforting."
Connor could feel his led flash yellow for a moment, "I just felt like it was necessary."
Hank stayed silent, so Connor added, "And you seemed to engage."
"I did fucking not." Hank said, his voice raising.
"Yes you did, I felt you kiss me back. Unless I made a mistake but my senses are very heightened so I doubt it.." Connor trailed off.
There was an awkward pause before Hank spoke again, "Well maybe I did engage or whatever the fuck you called it, it doesn't mean shit, alright? Note that down in your little android memory, it means fucking nothing."
Connor noticed the harshness in his voice, "Okay Lieutenant, what do you want for dinner?"
Hank blinked at him, "You just moved on..that quickly?"
"Of course, there's nothing more to add on. It meant nothing." Connor replied, standing up and heading to the kitchen.
"Just some coffee." Hank said.
Connor began to make Hank some coffee, but his mind was racing. It wasn't just nothing. Hank must of been having the same thoughts, and when Connor handed him his coffee, and sat down again, he continued the prior conversation.
"So Connor, do you know why people kiss?"
"Yes, it's an action performed by two parties that have affection for each other, or in some cases, it could be used as a tease before further sexual acts. Or-"
"Connor," Hank interrupted, "You know the reasons for kissing, and yet you still did?"
"That is correct."
Hank looked dumbfounded, "You don't have feelings for me, do ya?"
"Yes I have feelings for you Hank."
"No I mean like the affection, love, relationship shit feelings?"
"I'm unsure on that. I do feel an overwhelming urge to keep you happy and safe, though that may just be my social regulations program speaking."
"Huh, right."
"You seemed confused Hank, do you have feelings for me?"
Hank laughed, "Are you fucking kidding me? Do I fuck! I'm into human women."
Connor heard the emphasis on the words 'human women' and strangely, he felt as if his artificial pump had stopped. It caused an aching form of pain, which caused Connor to slam his hand up to his chest.
"Con, you good?"
Connor removed him hand, but the pain was still present, and made short eye contact with the Lieutenant, "Yes Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Hank frowned, "Well I'm going to head off to bed," He paused, and Connor could feel his eyes scan over his body and face, "Connor I-"
Connor turned to look at him again, and Hank shook his head, looking perplexed, "Nevermind."
Hank pulled himself up, and Connor watched him walk into his bedroom and shut the door. Before he shut the door, he had looked back at Connor, and gave a little half smile.