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8) Blood Doesn't Make You Family

One of Hank's relatives visit him and Connor is there (because he's Hank's son) but it turns out they are anti-android and very angry that Hank would consider an android his son since he had a human child.

WARNING: suicide attempt (self-destruction attempt sorry Connor. Don't worry the whole thing is pretty short but it does get mentioned a lot afterwards)

"Oi, Connor come over here," Hank motioned with his hand for the man. Connor was seated on the floor petting Sumo not far away from Hank who is sitting on the couch in the living room. Connor stood from his position giving Sumo a sympathetic stare as the dog whines and whimpered from the lack of pats and hugs. He sat down beside Hank and watched as the older man he considered his father put his phone down on the coffee table in front of them. He let out a grumble as he sat back down, "Alright, so tomorrow my brother wants to visit... I want to make sure you're alright since it's the only day we got off and I don't want ya' to be uncomfortable around a stranger." There weren't many moments when somebody else would come over so Connor never really had to communicate with strangers or people other than Hank inside of their now shared home. Connor felt a sudden surge of relief and happiness that Hank understood and acknowledged his discomfort and struggle with social interactions; it was an oddly... familial moment, one neither could say they experienced much. Connor could feel his LED going yellow and his eyes blinking rapidly as he processed the new information.
"I would not mind meeting your brother. I was also unaware you have a brother. Your files had no information about him," Connor blinked as he watched Hank frown and look away.
"I haven't talked to any of 'em since before Cole's death," Hank admitted. Connor could feel the sudden shift in the tone of the conversation. Taking note of the discomfort this brought to Hank he chose to change the subject, talking about the small garden he had started in the backyard and at New Jericho. The new topic eased the heavy atmosphere into a more joyous one with Hank continuously teasing the man about all the tiny details Connor went into with his plants, ranging from soil types, the amount of water they need, and even the length of leaves and the reasoning for the lead shapes. He also talked about how his garden at New Jericho was very vibrant and colourful. Many of the children at New Jericho loved helping him and even tasting them, regardless of whether or not they were edible.

Eventually, Connor had talked about all he could with his plants and chose to return to his previous spot petting and cuddling with Sumo. Connor cuddled up to Sumo with the large dog laying across his lap with his tail wagging around lazily content with the attention and affection. He watched Hank get up and stretch before walking away from the room down the hallway, assumedly going to bed. He heard Hank shout a "Goodnight!" before a door closed quietly. The android stayed in place petting the dog for a few more minutes before eventually standing and picking the snoozing dog up in his arms. Sumo didn't make any noise but did blink in his direction before resting his head back onto his arm. Connor made his way down the same hallway, cradling the large dog in his arms, towards his bedroom that he, fortunately, remembered to leave it open a little. The android dumped the large dog onto the end of his bed and he happily curled up on the blanket letting out a yawn and a high pitched whine leaving his throat. The man walked over to his desk that had a simple laptop, several books, and pieces of paper scattered in a somewhat organised mess. A fish tank was located nearby the desk that had three Dwarf Gourami fish living inside of it. Picking up the fish food from the desk and he sprinkled the food generously on the surface of the water, watching with mild amusement as the fish swam to the surface and began nibbling on the food. Leaving the fish alone he placed the food back on the desk before walking towards his bed to lay down. Finding his cord made to help charge him he grabbed it and plugged it into the port on the back of his neck. The awkward placement of the port wasn't made for lying down so he wouldn't be surprised if the cord wound up breaking or bending permanently. Closing his eyes he let himself enter stasis and recharge his depleted battery.