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[Please don't let Connor undress. Hank's pretty sure he won't rest at all if he does.]

[He shifts, pulling Connor so that his head is resting on his shoulder and his arm is around his back.]

Good. We'll be messy together.

[And he needs to shut up his brain before that wanders off to worse places. Though from here, Connor can probably get an even better earful of Hank's heart.]

[He was right in thinking that cuddling Hank would be a nice experience. He's warm and soft. He rests his hand on Hank's chest after a moment, and closes his eyes as he listens to Hank's heart thudding.]

How long do you want to sleep? I'll set myself to wake at the appropriate time.

[He starts fiddling with one of the buttons on Hank's shirt while he talks.]

[It's the fingers that do it. The thin, elegant fingers fidgeting with a button so much like a real human. Hank rubs his arm and tries not to think of putting his hand over those pretty fingers.]

Until I'm rested, I guess.

[He turns his head, and Connor's hair is nearly close enough to smell. He'll just... not do that though. He does breathe softly against his hair, though.] We've been through a lot for a few days. And Fowler's been giving me a shit work schedule.

I’ll probably wake before you.

[Meaning he’s absolutely waking Hank up inappropriately when he does.]

Goodnight, Hank.

[And he suddenly is breathing slow and evenly.]

[What the fuck. Just like that, he's 'asleep' in Hank's arms.]

Connor? [He asks softly, checking to see if he'll come to. Even as he's doing it, he props himself up on one elbow (so Connor's still being cradled) to look at him and check if he's alright.]

[He looks about as placid as he did when he made those reports, so, probably?]

[Hank uses the opportunity to softly brush away that one unruly curl, before he lays back, still holding Connor. He'll just drift off like this.]

[Several hours later, Connor blinks awake. He shifts to look at Hank, sitting up and leaning over him.]

Hank?

[He takes a moment to appreciate that Hank looks fairly peaceful, before he starts patting his face gently.]

It's time to wake up. It's been eight hours.

Buh? [He sort of makes that noise, not startled, just a failure to wake up. But he's so sleepy he's not thinking, and he's so sleepy that he hugs Connor to him as if he's a stuffed animal, pulling him on top of him.]

[Connor ends up pulled onto his stomach, and in an attempt to right himself he's now straddling his hips. Undeterred, he pulls back as much as he can and shakes him.]

Hank.

[Why is it so hard to wake humans?]

[Hank's eyes open with a sort of startled expression, his hands falling to rest on Connor's thighs. And... Oh. Oh. He's so lucky that he doesn't have morning wood at the moment because Connor is perfectly positioned in a way that suggests Hank would have just died of embarrassment.]

[But it's a compromising enough position that Hank feels a reaction start so he's sitting up just as quickly as a cold shower would inspire him to.]

Right. Yeah. Up. Time. What time?

[He can't tell what time it is right now he's just protecting his fragile dignity.]

[Connor sits up, still sitting heavily on Hank’s groin for a moment before shifting off him and sliding out of bed. He’s not stupid, he knows that was a compromising position and he didn’t actually mean to end up that way. It’s a bit too forward.]

8:30 am. I thought an early start would be a good idea.

Yeah. Sounds good. [Hank clammors out of bed too, heading for the bathroom for general miserable early morning bathroom activities and the fierce need to clean out his head. Jesus, what the hell was getting into him. The new-world-horny??]

I think I might go back to the police station and see what's going on. You said there was a cop that gave you that phone?

Yes, but he didn't say anything of use. Would you like me to come with you?

[Connor waits until Hank is in the bathroom before unbuttoning the shirt and replacing it with a different one. No need to overload the poor man.]

You know what? Yeah, actually.

[He taps Connor's chest lightly.]

That ATM trick. You think you could do that to some other computers? Because I'm thinking it might be a good idea for you to slip your own information into the system.

There are a lot of things I can do. That would be one of them.

[He smiles slightly.]

It should be fairly simple, actually.

Hopefully they're not working with some late 90s IBMs there. But if it looks like there's something that you can use, I'll buy you a little bit of time again.

[He's starting to get used to that, making sure Connor has enough time.]

[He gestures towards the door.]

Come on. I'll lead the way... I might still need directions because I haven't unlocked my phone but it's just better if I sort of hide you.

[Yes, he's still locked out of his phone.]

I shouldn't stand out any more. I don't have my LED.

[He almost goes out without a coat on, but remembers at the last minute he should probably wear one. He slips his hoodie on, zipping it up and shoving his hands in the pockets at the front.]

No, but you look at you in the mirror. You know why you stand out.

[And there is Hank, somewhat clumsily declaring Connor pretty as he goes out the front door, sliding on his jacket as they're walking along.]

[Connor smirks a little behind Hank's back as they head outside.]

I can't hide myself forever just because I'm attractive, Lieutenant.

[That's just how Cyberlife built him, and he can't change it. He knows he's pretty, though.]

In this case, it's so that I stay more noticeable and distracting than you.

We can go to the police station. If there's nothing there, maybe there'll be something in one of these agent's cars.

[He fully expects they might have to try more than one direction to make it work.]

If you think I'll really be that distracting, then go ahead.

[He doesn't personally think his looks would turn that many heads, but he'll follow Hank's lead.]

How do you suggest we get into their cars?

Think you can do it quick or are we going to have to go so far as to disguise you as the water boy?

[Hank's covered break-in cases, but he's never done robberies himself. Not even the few times he worked undercover.]

A lot of the cars in this era have automatic door locks. Especially these bright shiny federal ones. And you're decades beyond their time.

I can do it quickly. It's a simple case of uploading data I already have.

[Including a profile picture, which he has on his own record.]

Do you think I'll have to make up a last name?

Yeah. I'd pick a common one.

[He would offer his. But then people would think they were a thing. Or worse, that Connor was his kid and then he'd have to kill himself not only for feeling like a perv but being gross and old.]

[He doesn't think Connor would want to use it, anyway.]

Or I guess you could pick your 'dad's. I think you're too good for 'Kamski' but it'd work and be easy to remember.

I don't want to use Kamski's name.

[After the man tried to get him to kill one of his own, just for a scrap of information? He's not naming himself after that.]

Something generic... Smith will work just fine.

Connor Smith, then. Shouldn't be too hard.

[They're approaching the police station, then, and Hank straightens out his collar. Doesn't seem like a town where a lot of things happen, so he'll have to be especially interesting.]

['Interesting'.]

[So he swaggers on in, shoving open the door and speaking loudly.] Excuse me, I want to talk to the person in charge. I'm a cop from the future and I have some shit I need to say... [Hank is damn well going to give them a story that they can go home with.]

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