- Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?
- CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.
- Well, they fucked up.
In the "Partners" mission, when investigating the home of Carlos Ortiz, if you watch Hank, after a while he will come to the chest of drawers and begin to poke his fingers into the red ice and bring them to his mouth.
It's funny that Hank constantly scolds Connor for this, but does the same.
Ohg…. give it to me straight doc…. can a human who doesn’t live ever really fall in love with an android who lives too much
Image ID under the cut!
[Image ID: a hand sketched animatic video made up of 5 frames, set to the lyrics of God Put a Smile on Your Face by Coldplay.
Frame 1: Hank Anderson stares forward grimly, a vivid burst of blood blossoming from his right temple. Text beneath him reads “when you work it out”
Frame 2: Connor in the same position as Hank, looking forward with a concerned expression as the LED on his right temple glows bright red. Text beneath him reads “I’m worse than you”
Frame 3: an uncapped bottle spills bright red liquid onto a handgun. Text reads “when you work it out I wanted to”
Frame 4: Hank turns away from Connor, frowning and lowering his head as Connor looks over his shoulder questioningly. A bright red directive wall separates them. Text reads “when you work out where to draw the line”
Frame 5: Connor supports Hank as he slumps against him, arm thrown over Connor’s shoulder. Connor looks amused, while Hank scowls incredulously at the floor. A scratchy line of red cuts through their embrace, only interrupted by Connor’s hand on Hank’s chest. Text reads “your guess is as good as mine” /.End ID]
Hank exploded out of the front doors of the station, a panicked stricken Gavin hot on his heels.
“Anderson! Wait! Shit, HANK!”
“FUCK OFF REED!” Hank’s shouting back, and Gavin grimaces. An explosive Hank was never good for anyone, and Gavin needs to calm him down before he brought all that rage into the club. To Connor.
“Hank please, I need you to listen to me!” Gavin begs but it's still not enough to slow the larger man’s pace a step.
“I SAID! FUCK! OFF!”
Gavin wants to scream. He knows he's going to regret this, but it has to come out.
“IT'S ABOUT CONNOR!”
Evidently, he uttered the magic phrase, because that had Hank stopping in place. At least before turning 180 degrees and peddling that fury back in Gavin's direction.
“What the fuck do you know, huh?”
Hank’s fuming and Gavin’s hands go up in surrender fast.
Gavin’s heart is pounding so loud he’s sure Hank can hear it. He offers himself up as the pound of flesh Hank so obviously needs.
“Take it out on me if you have to, but at least let me talk first.”
That diffused some of Hank's anger. At least enough for Hank to straighten up and unclench, a little.
“I ain’t gonna fucking hit ya,” Hank promises, almost sounding offended.
Gavin still feels the need to clarify.
“You sure? You almost took Reynold’s out back there.”
Hank scoffed.
“He deserved it.”
“Yeah, he did,” Gavin agrees, but then Gavin deserves a worse fate. “He's a phcking idiot. Your dick’s legendary. He's just pissed he’s never been offered a chance to sit on it.”
Hank rakes his hands through his long, silver hair, obviously distressed out of his mind, but the comment at least makes him laugh. It's not everything, but it's something.
Gavin can feel the secret burning at the tip of his tongue. Hank’s talking before he can say anything else.
“Is it true though? ‘Bout Connor? Or is he just, ya know, being an asshole?”
Gavin bites so hard into his cheek that he tastes blood. Technically, Reynolds already told Hank, so Gavin wouldn't really be breaking any promises by confirming it, right? It was a good enough loophole for Gavin to say,