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AURORA
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Aurora
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Aquarius
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Reading, walking, construction.
Hello. My name is Aurora. My duty is to oversee your comfort and the daily workings of Etraya, as well as provide information for upcoming missions.
[Connor’s words hit home home, despite the fuzzy feeling creeping up the back of Hank’s neck from the whiskey.]
I know ya do. And I’m glad. Real glad. Just — [Hank’s turn to soften his voice, now; a little eased by the alcohol] — don’t wanna make you want to leave.
[Which Hank is, undoubtedly, doing a poor job at.]
[The quiet admission tugs at non-existent heartstrings, something deep in Connor's core that he can't ignore.]
Please don't push me away, Hank.
[Because Connor knows that if Hank orders him to leave, Connor will indeed leave. To go find another apartment? A corner somewhere to run diagnostics? To be unsafe?]
I won’t. [Hank says this despite the fact that he’s done that very thing in various forms.] I mean, fuck — don’t let me, Connor. You can tell me when I’m being stupid. Like now.
[Connor looks down at the table, his gaze tracing the lines there.]
If you were to order me to leave, I would have to leave. There isn't an investigation tying me to you. It's only what you want. I have no power in determining if I stay or not.
That’s pretty fucked up, Connor. Only what I want, huh?
[Hank is idly pressing scone crumbs between his fingers.]
And I get it — [or he’s trying to] — but I still don’t want you to feel like you gotta stay, or go, just ‘cause of whatever bullshit I say. But I don’t want you to... go.
[Hopefully that doesn’t come across too much like a command.]
I know. [Hank meets Connor’s gaze with a small, sad smile.] Sorry you gotta keep reminding me.
[It’s difficult to grasp that anyone would want to stay. Especially someone like Connor who could go anywhere, do anything. Be anyone’s friend — he’s just gotta smile, and who wouldn’t be won over?]
Sorry for pushing you out earlier, too. [Hank shakes his head, trying to ease the wave of wooziness.] Wasn’t trying to hurt you.
[A pause, then:] That why you poured out my booze? ‘Cause you were pissed at me?
Connor. [Hank presses his lips together. Trying not to smile — because it’s serious, but it’s also endearing.] You jealous? Of a little booze? You know I could drink with you here too, right? I don’t gotta send you on a wild scone chase for that.
Gonna hug the shit outta you, y’know. Once you’re all fixed up. And for what it’s worth, and I’m only gonna say this once — [this is a lie; Hank is bad at feelings, but he’ll say it as many times as he needs to] — I wanna spend time with you more than anyone. Anything. So you don’t gotta worry about the booze.
[Connor stands and then steps in close. He's still a bit unsure. He can count the number of hugs he's received on one hand and they seem so nice. He can see why humans like them.]
[Hank avoids the plateless areas and being pulled close like this is something so comforting. Connor has been struggling with the competing demands, with the need to keep his primary mission secret when he knows it will take him away from Etraya and Hank.
That day will come and Connor will have to say goodbye.
But for now, he takes his fill of comforting hugs.]
Can tell me if you ever need a hug, y’know. [Hank brushes his fingers through Connor’s hair before pulling away.] They aren’t a finite resource, or anything. Not gonna run out.
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The fuck is that supposed to mean, Connor?
[Hank’s taken a little off-guard. Bits of scone sticking to the corner of his lips.]
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Was trying to give you a break, Connor. From me.
[Hank almost asks if he ever gets tired of hanging out with an old, ornery man, but he manages to bite that back. Isn’t sure he’d like the answer.]
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[And then Connor gets quieter.]
I feel safe around you. That you have my safety in mind.
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[Connor’s words hit home home, despite the fuzzy feeling creeping up the back of Hank’s neck from the whiskey.]
I know ya do. And I’m glad. Real glad. Just — [Hank’s turn to soften his voice, now; a little eased by the alcohol] — don’t wanna make you want to leave.
[Which Hank is, undoubtedly, doing a poor job at.]
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[Which is what has Connor in this strange mood. He doesn't know how to describe it. Possibly a sense of rejection?]
It felt like I was in the way.
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I mean leave forever, Connor.
[But he brushes the heaviness of that aside, or tries to. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.]
You’re not in the way. I just wanted you to get out there, do something, see somethin’ other than this ugly old mug. And I...
[If Hank weren’t buzzed he probably wouldn’t say this, but:]
I push people away, y’know. [Shifting in his chair.] When I care. A lot.
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Please don't push me away, Hank.
[Because Connor knows that if Hank orders him to leave, Connor will indeed leave. To go find another apartment? A corner somewhere to run diagnostics? To be unsafe?]
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[A flicker of hurt passes Hank’s face.]
I won’t. [Hank says this despite the fact that he’s done that very thing in various forms.] I mean, fuck — don’t let me, Connor. You can tell me when I’m being stupid. Like now.
Please don’t... y’know.
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If you were to order me to leave, I would have to leave. There isn't an investigation tying me to you. It's only what you want. I have no power in determining if I stay or not.
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That’s pretty fucked up, Connor. Only what I want, huh?
[Hank is idly pressing scone crumbs between his fingers.]
And I get it — [or he’s trying to] — but I still don’t want you to feel like you gotta stay, or go, just ‘cause of whatever bullshit I say. But I don’t want you to... go.
[Hopefully that doesn’t come across too much like a command.]
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[Connor looks up at Hank.] I want to stay, Hank. I really do.
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I know. [Hank meets Connor’s gaze with a small, sad smile.] Sorry you gotta keep reminding me.
[It’s difficult to grasp that anyone would want to stay. Especially someone like Connor who could go anywhere, do anything. Be anyone’s friend — he’s just gotta smile, and who wouldn’t be won over?]
Sorry for pushing you out earlier, too. [Hank shakes his head, trying to ease the wave of wooziness.] Wasn’t trying to hurt you.
[A pause, then:] That why you poured out my booze? ‘Cause you were pissed at me?
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[Look, Connor isn't even two years old, he's still trying to figure out emotions.]
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Connor. [Hank presses his lips together. Trying not to smile — because it’s serious, but it’s also endearing.] You jealous? Of a little booze? You know I could drink with you here too, right? I don’t gotta send you on a wild scone chase for that.
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[This guy. This fucking guy.]
Gonna hug the shit outta you, y’know. Once you’re all fixed up. And for what it’s worth, and I’m only gonna say this once — [this is a lie; Hank is bad at feelings, but he’ll say it as many times as he needs to] — I wanna spend time with you more than anyone. Anything. So you don’t gotta worry about the booze.
[Not for that reason, anyway.]
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Oh, yeah? I can, can I?
[Hank knows it’ll hurt to some degree. But Connor wouldn’t just say that if he didn’t really mean it, right? Didn’t really want it.
So Hank stands up. He can walk fine for the most part — really! — but he keeps one hand on the table to help steady himself.]
C’mere, then. [Gesturing with a flick of his wrist.]
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[Hank gives him a once-over. Notices... something. Not sure how to place it. Nervousness, maybe? Hmm.
Still, he pulls Connor into a hug. One hand round the back of his head, the other at his waist. Trying to avoid where he’s hurt, again.]
Tell me if I fuck this up.
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That day will come and Connor will have to say goodbye.
But for now, he takes his fill of comforting hugs.]
It's good, Hank.
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Yeah? [It’s a relief to hear Connor say that, and Hank feels himself sag against him.] Well, get used to it. Lot of hugs coming your way.
[So much wasted time not hugging. Not telling people how much they mean to him. Not showing them.]
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[Honestly that's too much talking for a hug so Connor is quiet, but he's smiling so wide.]
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Can tell me if you ever need a hug, y’know. [Hank brushes his fingers through Connor’s hair before pulling away.] They aren’t a finite resource, or anything. Not gonna run out.
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