[The references will fly over Connor’s head, though he can glean from context clues that Hank is alluding to something akin to superheroes. It’s not far off the mark.]
You can’t do that to yourself.
[Already, the bottle is a reminder of Hank’s questionable coping mechanisms — why add one more, the literal inability to connect with anyone made manifest physically, to the list? Without thinking, Connor leans forward, elbows on his knees, knitting his fingers tightly together. His LED, at least, has returned to a stuttering blue.]
It’ll just take practice, and someone willing to help. Someone who knows what to expect, someone who isn’t— who isn’t an android.
[Unable to help, because of what he is. Because of what he would feel and the way it would take him apart. He realizes this, this useless feeling, and immediately almost regrets saying it.]
Actually, no… I can still try to help you, in what ways I can. Until then, maybe invest in gloves, Hank.
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You can’t do that to yourself.
[Already, the bottle is a reminder of Hank’s questionable coping mechanisms — why add one more, the literal inability to connect with anyone made manifest physically, to the list? Without thinking, Connor leans forward, elbows on his knees, knitting his fingers tightly together. His LED, at least, has returned to a stuttering blue.]
It’ll just take practice, and someone willing to help. Someone who knows what to expect, someone who isn’t— who isn’t an android.
[Unable to help, because of what he is. Because of what he would feel and the way it would take him apart. He realizes this, this useless feeling, and immediately almost regrets saying it.]
Actually, no… I can still try to help you, in what ways I can. Until then, maybe invest in gloves, Hank.
[Ironically, like Rogue.]