://i had a feeling i could be someone

[toyboy]

[ connor is sitting on the couch when hank comes home from work, his feet flat on the floor, his hands folded in his lap. his eyes are closed, his LED flickering every so often, but his eyes flutter open at the almost inaudible creak of the floorboards as hank steps inside. the sound of rain, fuzzy white noise, fills up all the space in the room. and then hank closes the door and the sound is emptied out in exchange for silence.

in that silence, connor greets hank with a welcome home and a bright smile, asks him about his day, and they talk for a little about work, talk a little about what connor did on his day off.

it isn't until hank has settled in on the couch that connor finally says what he had been waiting to say since he sat down on the couch, a couple of hours ago. ]

Hank... There was something I... Well, I, I don't know if it's a question, exactly.

[ head down, he stares at his hands. ]

But, whenever I turn my skin off, or suggest anything that might involve that... sort of thing, you— you always tell me to turn it back on, or...

I was just wondering. If there's a reason why.

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[heavymetalgears]

( It wasn't until later that night that Hank was feeling ready to revisit the mess of what had happened earlier that day. He had come home to Connor wanting to talk with him, and it felt like he had fucked that encounter up. He honestly thought that Connor had just wanted him to come home and fuck him silly. Hank was insensitive, and he didn't stop to listen; instead, he more than less attacked Connor with his own agenda.

He wanted to apologize for that.

He finds Connor and reaches for his hand. )

I want to apologize for earlier... I didn't let you talk. I didn't listen.

[toyboy]

[ connor lets the subject drop without a fight, although he can't help that the questions remain in his head like sticky burrs, uncomfortable and difficult to remove without pricking oneself on them. mostly, he dwells on the question of what he did wrong: each separate action seems so benign on its own, it's difficult to picture how they added up into this disaster.

human beings aren't rational. he knows this, and he expects it. but sometimes he forgets that he isn't rational either. an android, once deviated, is no better than a human. in fact, they're often worse, and nowadays he understands why. adults are expected to self-regulate, but it was a skill that took practice.

fittingly, connor is so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he doesn't expect hank to approach him later. he's been sitting on the end of the bed, staring into the closet, for the last half hour. trying to decide if he should change into something besides hank's hoodie before they go to bed. (in about a half an hour, he would suggest that they lie down to sleep. he's been trying to encourage hank to have a more consistent sleep/wake cycle. this was of course more difficult when you lived with someone who didn't have to sleep at all, so he felt it his duty to at least try to encourage better habits.)

when hank reaches for him, connor takes his hand into his own. he offers a small smile. ]

It's okay, Hank. I overreacted. That isn't your fault.

[heavymetalgears]

( Hank sits next to Connor, holding his hand with both of his. He takes a moment to accept Connor's words silently, though he wants to protest and shift the blame to himself. He feels more in control and ready to listen - which means he isn't about to reject Connor's feelings about his culpability in the uncomfortable encounter earlier. He gently squeezes Connor's hand between his two before he lifts Connor's hand to kiss.

He lowers Connor's hand and looks to the brunette. )

Can... Can we try again?

[toyboy]

We can. That is, if you're sure.

[ connor can't help looking uncertain. and although he feels like he should explain himself, he can't help but worry that over-explaining might ruin it again. his eyes dart from hank's eyes down to their hands, just for somewhere else to look. hank's hands are so warm. not like his at all. although, as he continues to hold him, the plastic begins to warm to a like temperature, easily absorbing the heat. ]

Do you want to... now?

[heavymetalgears]

If you're sure. If you want to wait, then we can find another time when we're both ready for a serious conversation.

( He's just as much comfortable waiting to talk about this when Connor's ready for it. Some things need to be discussed with a neutral headspace. Hank's headspace felt neutral but also tired.

His tolerance was strong though, he felt secure and in a better physiological state than where he was earlier. )

[toyboy]

I'm ready. I think it's going to be difficult no matter when we have it...

[ connor sighs, his brow creasing, his LED flickering. it's blue, though. so at least that's something. ]

I just wanted to tell you, it's all right if you're uncomfortable seeing me without my skin active. I have complicated feelings about it too.

[heavymetalgears]

( There wasn't any need for Hank to confirm Connor's account of his feelings. Hank was obvious, but Connor wasn't so Hank has to ask: )

Can you ... talk about those feelings?

[toyboy]

I can. I'm not sure how well I'll be able to explain myself, but if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask. Okay?

[ connor's eyes slide away for a moment, in the direction of the window. as it's night, there's nothing to see outside. in the distance he can hear the sound of water, the boats moving against the dock. ]

Sometimes I feel like I'm... not a very good android. I've wronged my own people. Even if I thought I was doing the right thing, I still... Well, I did it. On some level I'm aware I'm not fully responsible for my actions then, but I still did it.

But, obviously I can't be human, either. I am what I am. So when I see myself that way, or someone else has to see me that way... Sometimes I feel inadequate. Like I'm not good enough either way.

[ connor sighs, his shoulders sagging like they're being weighed down by something. ]

And I'm... particular about my appearance. I think that's a part of it, too. Because you're right, I don't look like me when my skin is turned off. I look like any other android. And I don't want to look like just any other android. It's a matter of... individuality, I guess.

[ he pauses again, his LED blinking as he thinks. he returns his eyes to hank's face and offers a small, wry smile. ]

Do you know, when I realized that there was more than one Connor, I confronted my handler about it? I really should have known, but it never occurred to me... I was so upset. There are androids out there who have hundreds of doppelgangers. Same model, same appearance... And they don't have a problem with it. But I couldn't take it.

Sometimes... Sometimes I wish I were human.