Yeah, well, most people’s “adapting” to this sort of bullshit would be losin’ themselves to a bottle of liquor, or worse.
[Hank doesn’t mention that he’s talking about himself, really. Doesn’t feel he has to.]
And this whole dying thing? Coming back? Some monsters would take advantage of that.
[He thinks of Connor dying. LED winking out as his head is in Hank’s lap, Hank’s palm atop his head as if that might soothe him for the journey ahead.
Android heaven?
Nothing.
Hank almost lets himself keep thinking, imagining, remembering — but no. See, this is why he drinks: because he can’t get the pictures in his head to leave him alone.
Haunting. Life is haunting.
But Connor is saying he’s proud of him, too, and while Hank gets it... it feels like it’s meant for someone else.]
I appreciate it, Connor.
[But he’ll at least try to accept the compliment. He’ll try not to be so damn grumpy. Try being the key word.]
You don’t gotta look so damn surprised, though. And you don’t have to keep calling me “lieutenant” — the hell am I lieutenant of here?
[A wry smile at the corner of his lips, then:]
We’re goddamn friends, aren’t we? Call me Hank. If you wanna keep up with the titles, you can do it when we’ve got company. Just us, though? Hank.
[He’s slipping out of his seat, stretching out his legs... looking at everything and nothing at the same time.]
So everything’s free, yeah? [Turning back to Connor now.] They got a fancy ass hotel around here somewhere for us old guys to stay?
cn: mentions of Connor dying
Yeah, well, most people’s “adapting” to this sort of bullshit would be losin’ themselves to a bottle of liquor, or worse.
[Hank doesn’t mention that he’s talking about himself, really. Doesn’t feel he has to.]
And this whole dying thing? Coming back? Some monsters would take advantage of that.
[He thinks of Connor dying. LED winking out as his head is in Hank’s lap, Hank’s palm atop his head as if that might soothe him for the journey ahead.
Android heaven?
Nothing.
Hank almost lets himself keep thinking, imagining, remembering — but no. See, this is why he drinks: because he can’t get the pictures in his head to leave him alone.
Haunting. Life is haunting.
But Connor is saying he’s proud of him, too, and while Hank gets it... it feels like it’s meant for someone else.]
I appreciate it, Connor.
[But he’ll at least try to accept the compliment. He’ll try not to be so damn grumpy. Try being the key word.]
You don’t gotta look so damn surprised, though. And you don’t have to keep calling me “lieutenant” — the hell am I lieutenant of here?
[A wry smile at the corner of his lips, then:]
We’re goddamn friends, aren’t we? Call me Hank. If you wanna keep up with the titles, you can do it when we’ve got company. Just us, though? Hank.
[He’s slipping out of his seat, stretching out his legs... looking at everything and nothing at the same time.]
So everything’s free, yeah? [Turning back to Connor now.] They got a fancy ass hotel around here somewhere for us old guys to stay?