"Yeah, I know there's a lot of shit to do, that's not what I'm asking." Hank gets on a general level that there's a lot even he hasn't thought of the androids need to figure out. Although he does have a strategic mind and he gets some of the struggles they're going to go up against. Such as assholes like him who need to get their heads knocked around before they realize they've been unfairly prejudiced. He's been worried about Connor and the rebellion. It's tense. They could get attacked at any moment by a hate group, and he knows that Connor can handle himself, but they aren't going to have easy fixes like they used to.
Oh Hank absolutely means it. He doesn't fully mean it, in the sense that he'd rather not do that knowing all the trouble it'll cause, but he is stubborn and loyal enough that if he thought Connor was being treated badly, he would stomp in there and shout at Markus no matter what consequences came from it. He was basically Sumo; a big dog prone to barking but lacking any real bite. He's protective to a fault. He might try to let that temper simmer and get Markus' number from Fowler and be a little less physically confrontational. But there's no doubt that android might be on the receiving end of a furious swear-laced rant.
He doesn't like Connor's behavior, but he also isn't going to assume that this is due to real emotions rather than programming. Hank is no genius so it may very well be that Connor's dealing with some software issues. After everything that happened, he has to adapt to a lot. "Maybe you've been doing too much. I know you're a super special android and all, kid, but everyone needs a breather sometimes. Even when you don't breathe." It's the concept that he means. Connor needs to take a break if his system is whirling like this.
He hesitates, unsure now if calling him for a mission is the right thing, but it could be that a breather from the androids would be helpful. And they're not going into a dangerous situation. It's low stakes in comparison to the future of androidkind. Hank shrugs off his concern and hands over the folder. "If you feel like doing this, the worst that'll happen is some people are being creepy fucks. Not the end of the revolution. So it's gonna be less stressful." The case is about some suspicion that an android-human dating support group could be nefarious. Could be they're legit about helping the cross-species couples deal, could be they're doing something under the table. Either way, it's not the world is ending shit.
"We'd have to pretend to be a thing." Which makes him uncomfortable. "Not so sure I can sell it with a stranger." Hank's not sure he can sell it at all even with Connor. He's been closed off from dating after Cole died and his wife left. He vaguely remembers what it's like, but he's not the warmest of people most of the time. "But Fowler gave it to me."
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Oh Hank absolutely means it. He doesn't fully mean it, in the sense that he'd rather not do that knowing all the trouble it'll cause, but he is stubborn and loyal enough that if he thought Connor was being treated badly, he would stomp in there and shout at Markus no matter what consequences came from it. He was basically Sumo; a big dog prone to barking but lacking any real bite. He's protective to a fault. He might try to let that temper simmer and get Markus' number from Fowler and be a little less physically confrontational. But there's no doubt that android might be on the receiving end of a furious swear-laced rant.
He doesn't like Connor's behavior, but he also isn't going to assume that this is due to real emotions rather than programming. Hank is no genius so it may very well be that Connor's dealing with some software issues. After everything that happened, he has to adapt to a lot. "Maybe you've been doing too much. I know you're a super special android and all, kid, but everyone needs a breather sometimes. Even when you don't breathe." It's the concept that he means. Connor needs to take a break if his system is whirling like this.
He hesitates, unsure now if calling him for a mission is the right thing, but it could be that a breather from the androids would be helpful. And they're not going into a dangerous situation. It's low stakes in comparison to the future of androidkind. Hank shrugs off his concern and hands over the folder. "If you feel like doing this, the worst that'll happen is some people are being creepy fucks. Not the end of the revolution. So it's gonna be less stressful." The case is about some suspicion that an android-human dating support group could be nefarious. Could be they're legit about helping the cross-species couples deal, could be they're doing something under the table. Either way, it's not the world is ending shit.
"We'd have to pretend to be a thing." Which makes him uncomfortable. "Not so sure I can sell it with a stranger." Hank's not sure he can sell it at all even with Connor. He's been closed off from dating after Cole died and his wife left. He vaguely remembers what it's like, but he's not the warmest of people most of the time. "But Fowler gave it to me."