[He knows that Hank’s brand of facetiousness is born of a deep discontent. That cheerful air dripping with something cloyingly disparaging — Connor need only look at the bottle in his hand to confirm it, and for once, the android lacks the motivation to suggest that he abstain. Can’t bring himself to take it away from him this time.
Even so, the suggestion that he’s here to slather correction upon correction runs wrong against nerves he doesn’t have. Did Hank think he came here to dredge up better solutions to their failed stint on Akvos? If he had any he would have tried them while they were submerged underwater, not saving it for when he was feeling damnably useless with his feet on the ground.
Brow slanted, he turns his head to look at Hank.]
Is that what you want me to do?
[It flirts with sounding accusatory, Connor’s usual even-keeled mood now operating in hills and valleys.]
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Even so, the suggestion that he’s here to slather correction upon correction runs wrong against nerves he doesn’t have. Did Hank think he came here to dredge up better solutions to their failed stint on Akvos? If he had any he would have tried them while they were submerged underwater, not saving it for when he was feeling damnably useless with his feet on the ground.
Brow slanted, he turns his head to look at Hank.]
Is that what you want me to do?
[It flirts with sounding accusatory, Connor’s usual even-keeled mood now operating in hills and valleys.]