systolicarray | ://i have no heart

... Okay.

[ the uncertainty in his voice is autible, but he doesn't say anything more about it after the lieutenant puts his arms around him. steady, solid, and warm, he can still feel the still increased rate of his heartbeat against his chest, thudding to a rhythmic tune that he can't match for all his worth. something's missing. but here in hank's arms, the gnawing, itching feeling to figure out what it is begins to ease.

he opens his mouth softly in answer after hank speaks. ]

Whatever you want, Lieutenant.

Come on, ( Hank gather's Connor in his arms and stands with the other. He strolls to his room, and Sumo follows after them. Once inside the room, he sets Connor down on his bed and, once again, kisses Connor's lips. He pulls the sheets up over Connor's body. Sumo takes his place on a dog bed by the window, and Hank walks around the bed and sits on the edge.

He yawns and turns himself toward the bed, dips his legs beneath the covers, and settles next to Connor. He takes in a large breath and pulls the other to his chest. He's still aroused, but he ignores it - which had been a habit for the last long while. )

[ under the covers, held in the lieutenant's arms, connor wonders if he should go into standby and feign sleep, or wait out the time on his own. he also considers turning over to face him, so he can study him in the dark, but with only one arm and one leg the struggle would be enough to disturb, so he decides against it.

instead, he places his hand over the lieutenant's hand and listens to his breathing, his attention circling around and around the problem of what he's done wrong, and how to better improve upon his behavior in the future. after a while, his attention wanders back to hank, his breathing even once he's fallen asleep, his heartbeat returned to its average resting rate.

connor passes the hours, simply listening. ]

( Hank wakes up startled by Sumo's howling bark. First, there's panic, then confusion, then recognition that Sumo's barking at the door. He can feel pressure to his side, and then even more realization comes to him as he recognizes Connor's body beside him - which then prompts the memory of Connor's parts arriving. It was all coming together.

He groans before he pushes himself up to sit. His body feels a bit stiff, and he clears his throat. )

Con... Connor? ( He clears his throat again, his voice is a little raspy. ) I think your stuff is here. ( He yawns and scratches at his beard and head before he stands. He moves over to the closet and pulls out a robe and drapes it around himself before he heads out the room. Sumo follows Hank.

Connor would hear Hank giving Sumo commands before the door opens, and Hank directs the delivery people into his living room and set down the supplies. The door then closes, and Hank returns to the room to retrieve Connor. He lifts the brunette into his arms. )

They came in some nice boxes... Let's get you patched up.

( He brings Connor down the hall and to the couch and sets him down. He settles next to Connor. The boxes are stacked up on the coffee table before them. )

What one do you want first?

[ connor, some time during the morning (approximately 10:45pm), had switched over into stasis. but when hank wakes, his proximal sensors respond by waking him. his eyes flutter open and he twists his neck to watch hank rub the sleep from his face before walking from the room. the sounds from the delivery men filter in, clear to his sensitive ears. connor sits up. he puts his arm around hank's shoulders when he returns to carry him into the living room, which is now filled with several slick white boxes stamped with cyberlife branding.

connor looks at each of them, satisfied that everything is present and accounted for. he glances to hank. ]

My arm and leg, please. Then I can help you with the rest. The tubing and wiring will be a two person job.

Well, alright, then. ( Hank takes in a quick breath, holds it in his chest, and exhales. There was still a great deal of hesitation in helping Connor out with something complex - which is exactly what it sounds like with Connor's preview of what's to come. A two-person job.... tubing and wiring... Well fuck. ) I'll get these going then.

( Hank opens the boxes, not really knowing what was in what, so he manages to open them all. The leg he pulled out first, however and set it between Connor and himself on the couch. He looked in the box for instructions. )

You, uh... you know how do ... ya' know... but your shit back on, or? ( He's still on the hunt for some instructions. )

Yes, I do. But I can't reattach my leg one-handed. You only have to line it up and apply pressure until you hear the click— It's not complicated.

[ connor offers an encouraging smile. hank will have to do the same for his arm anyway, so he might as well get it over with. besides, if it ever so happens that he needs repairs again, then at least hank will know he's able to do it. ]

You can't really mess it up.

( Hank nods. He sits straight on the couch, still for a breath, before he turns his attention to Connor's new leg. His mouth twists and his brows furrow. He sniffs while grabbing the leg with both hands. Concentration is evident in his face, and he positions the leg against the hip. He cocks his head and looks up to Connor. ) This… I don't have to do any ... wire connecting or anything? Just pop it back in place?

No. CyberLife androids are fully modular. All of our parts are meant to be plug and play.

[ connor offers another small smile, shifting so that his hip aligns and placing his hand over hank's to guide it in. it takes the application of a certain amount of pressure, but, the click! is audible, satisfying and decisive. and there's no delay. the moment it's plugged into his body, he's able to bend his knee and wiggle his toes, the artificial skin spreading from his hip down to cover the length of the limb. ]

See?

( Hank watches as the leg settles seamlessly with Connor's body. It was pretty amazing, and he felt that same state of awe that he had felt the night before when Connor displayed his skin as see-through. Hank moved his hands from Connor's leg and reached for the box with his arm in it. Once he retrieved the arm, he turned back to Connor and used both of his hands to help position the limb in place. Another click, and Hank waited to see if the arm responded. )

[ when hank pushes his arm into place, his artificial skin begins to spread, expanding across the white plastic expanse, his elbow stretching, shoulder rolling, fingers wiggling as he tests the new appendage. these limbs don't have the exact same specs as his original limbs. he's a prototype, after all, and his parts are more advanced than what's on the market.

but they'll do.

connor stands then, just to be sure. he turns back toward hank, still wearing only his shirt. ]

Thank you, Lieutenant.

( Hank's fingers linger on Connor's arm for a moment before he lets them fall to his lap. He watches as Connor tests out his new set of limbs. He's glad to see the specifications matched with what Connor needed. Height, and model, and whatever the fuck. At least it all matches up. Although, that's what he would expect from Connor anyway, to know what he needed. It wasn't complicated, as Connor promised; however, he was still apprehensive about the tubing and wiring. That's why androids had fixer-upper shops, or ... whatever. Fuck, he just doesn't want to fuck it up. )

Yeah, you look... good. Does it feel alright?

[ connor nods once, testing his limbs' strength and coordination with some simple stretches. it's good to be able to move under his own power again. while he appreciates the lieutenant's help, he doesn't much care for having to rely on someone else for something as simple as locomotion.

he glances to the lieutenant. ]

Everything seems to be in working order.

[ there's a box near his feet, smaller than the boxes that were just opened, and connor picks it up to set it on the cushion. he sits beside it, stripping out of the t-shirt and hanging it over the back of the couch. as he inclines his body, the artificial skin retracts from his stomach, and he presses his hand down over his navel. the panel slides aside, once again revealing his inner workings. ]

This should only take a moment.

[ connor reaches into his own body cavity, sticking his hand into a glut of wires and tubes running blue with thirium. his fingers close around the bio-component that's glowing red, warning of malfunction, the same that hank took note of last night. he gives it a sharp twist and pulls it from the branch of tubing it's attached to. it's a moment's work to replace it with the one in the box, and after it's inserted, it immediately begins to glow blue, informing him of its successful installation.

it really does look something like a kidney, small enough to fit comfortably in the hand, and that same curved, elliptic shape. ]

That's better.

( Hank watches with abated breath as Connor opens his side up. Then his nose flares as he takes a sharp inhale. He's unsure about what's happening, but clues in once Connor pulls out the piece inside him that was glowing red. He's relieved to see that it illuminates with a blue light when he inserts the new piece. If he's learned anything, blue and androids was a good mix. He looks to Connor's face and reaches for his hand.

Hank holds Connor's hand and lowers his eyes to their touching flesh. )

I'm glad... What's next?

[ connor watches where their hands touch, studying the lieutenant's fingers. the skin shown signs of age and wear, the nailbeds dark, which possibly indicated a vitamin deficiency. his own hands were perfect, and said nothing about his health. his skin is only a façade, and means nothing.

his eyes raise to hank's face again. ]

I'm going to remove the damaged side panel, repair the wires and tubes that were severed, and then install the new panel.

You won't have to do much. I just need you to hold a few things in place.

( Hank nods slowly. His hands move to his knees, ready to place them wherever Connor will direct them. His eyes watch the tubes pulsating thirium through Connor's body. Once again, he likens them to veins. )

I can do that, sure. ( He looks up to Connor, glad he doesn't have to do anything more complicated than that. )

Good. It will make this go much more quickly.

[ connor chooses not to mention the danger inherent in the procedure if he were to attempt to do it himself. the lieutenant already seems anxious about his involvement in the process, and making him nervous could cause problems.

rather, he gets right to it. by first closing the panel open on his stomach, and then moving his hands to his side, where his skin once again slips away to reveal the white écorché. but this time, instead of sliding the panel aside, he puts his hands to the plastic and presses down until they both hear a familiar click. the expanse of plastic from just above connor's hip to just below his armpit, extending either way about four inches, separates from his body.

he tosses it carelessly aside, indicating one of the boxes on the floor at the same time. ]

Would you grab that? It has the tubing and patch kit inside.

[ connor then reaches into his body cavity and pulls out a thick, plastic tube. it isn't currently flooded with thirium, and near the middle it's been nearly bisected, the cut ragged. ]

I'll need you to hold this. One hand either side of the damaged section. I'm going to have to cut it and replace the tubing.

( Hank watches Connor dismantle his body like a jigsaw puzzle. It was fascinating, in a morbid sort of way. It also looked and felt dangerous. Hank moves for the box that Connor indicates, and he pulls it up onto his lap to pull the pieces out from it. He sets the pieces between them and sets the box down on the floor, and shoves it away from him with his foot. He turns on the seat toward Connor and waits for the next direction.

He raises his hands to hold onto the tubing. )

How you gonna cut it? Do you need something?

There should be scissors in the box. If there isn't, I'll need to borrow a pair.

[ he can feel the warmth of hank's hands on the tubing. it's different from the sensation when he touches his skin, or even the plastic beneath it. the delicate internal structures of his body have just as many, if not more, sensors embedded in their plastic, for the sake of monitoring his parts individual health.

for a moment, connor stares. then he uses the nearest hand to sort through the lengths of spare tubing and something that looks like clear adhesive bandaging. he finds the scissors beneath the tubing. ]

Here they are.

[ connor gives hank a brief smile before raising the scissors to the tube that hank is currently holding in place. he snips once either side of the damaged bit and tosses it away with the discarded plastic, then chooses a piece from the tubing lying on the couch and cuts a length of the same size.

it takes a minute to align the tubing and apply the tape, but once he has, the "tape" seems to melt into plastic of the tubing, to create a water-tight seal. a few seconds passes, his LED blinks, and thirium fills in with a faint luminescence. ]

See? That wasn't so difficult.

( Hank looks around at the mention of scissors, and is glad that Connor found them in the package. He swallows and returns his eyes to the tubing he was holding with both his hands. Once Connor snips the cord, Hank gasps. He offers a quiet apology. Then tries to keep his hands steady as Connor moves to replace the piece.

He watches the pieces meld together, and his brows raise. He doesn't understand the science, but it was pretty amazing to see it work. He's relieved when Connor indicates it was over. )

It looked... I mean, I'm glad it's over... And you can't feel any of that?

I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt.

[ the lieutenant's hands are still touching him, the heat still diffusing into the malliable plastic. his body temperature is well within normal parameters, but perhaps because of the contrast, the touch is almost too hot to bear now that he has the attention to spare for it. he wonders if the lieutenant can feel the pulse of his thirium working its way through his body.

his brow creases, eyebrows drawn together. ]

Your hands are warm. I don't remember the technicians' hands...

[ was it because they'd always worn gloves? or was it because the memory hadn't been important enough to archive? ]

( Hank's nostrils flare as he takes a breath. He removes his hands from Connor's vein and exhales. ) I'm sorry, if it was uncomfortable for you, Connor. ( He swallows and his eyes lower to Connor's hand. He wants to hold it again, bring it to his lips and kiss. He assumes Connor's talking about the techs at CyberLife, a pretty good assumption he wagers. However, he can't imagine the setting - were they fixing Connor? Was he being put together? Were they replacing things? It was all set in unknown territory. He didn't have the imagination to begin to guess. )

You're ... staying right? ( He looks up to Connor, even though he asked there was a shadow to his face that dared Connor to break the agreement. )

It wasn't uncomfortable.

[ but he can't put a pin on the word that he would describe the sensation as. his eyes focus on some distant point for several seconds longer, but he comes back to himself when hank asks his question, and his expression returns to neutral. though there's a faint hint of surprise somewhere within the depths of his dark eyes. ]

I'm staying.

And we aren't done yet, Lieutenant.

[ subsequentially, he pulls out another piece of tubing that needs to be repaired. there's one more after that, and then retrieves a length of damaged wire, a flat ribbon cable, its frayed ends exposed where it's been torn. ]

Get the other box, and then hold this, please.

Good.

( Hank was glad to hear that Connor wasn't uncomfortable, and more so, that he was intending to stay. Though, he got an uneasy feeling when he said there was more to be done.

Hank had to trust that Connor would manage. All he had to do was what Connor directed him to. Which starts with retrieving the box. He pulled the box up onto his lap and then looked to where Connor was indicating for him to hold. He offered Connor his hands and waited for further instructions. )

We need to get you some clothes.

[ when hank takes the wire in hand, connor breathes in deep and exhales slowly. like before, his fingers feel almost too warm. almost as though he can feel the residual energy in his fingertips, the electric impulses running through his nerve endings. his expression remains carefully neutral. ]

It's true that this isn't appropriate attire to go out in, but seeing as I have no need to at the moment...

[ connor takes the scissors and cuts the wire much the same as he cut the tubing, ignoring the cold bite of the scissor blades, and discarding the damaged bit before taking a fresh length of wire from the box and cutting it to size. he then begins the painstaking process of winding each of the small grade wires peeking from the insulation together one by one. ]

But I suppose you would be more comfortable if I were dressed. I'll give you my measurements and you can find something suitable. I don't have any preference.

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