I... [ All Hank's doing is asking him questions, as if Connor's the only one whose behavior doesn't add up. Something a little sharper than his confusion kicks to life. ]
I don't know. [ Connor looks at the smashed bottle on the floor. The broken glass is dangerous, for Hank and for Sumo, but Connor notes that something spiteful in him is glad the alcohol is ruined.
He looks back up at Hank. He thinks about Hank, upset about him shooting the Tracis. Upset about the Chloe model, too. 'You shot that girl.' ] What about you, Hank. [ Connor's brow knits in thought. ] You liked some of the machines you met. [ Just not Connor.
Except that's not true. 'You could've been killed'. Connor thinks of Hank's hand on his arm, trying to drag him back down the fence. Connor's staring at the floor between them, LED still flashing yellow. ] You're not going to call the police on me, are you.
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I don't know. [ Connor looks at the smashed bottle on the floor. The broken glass is dangerous, for Hank and for Sumo, but Connor notes that something spiteful in him is glad the alcohol is ruined.
He looks back up at Hank. He thinks about Hank, upset about him shooting the Tracis. Upset about the Chloe model, too. 'You shot that girl.' ] What about you, Hank. [ Connor's brow knits in thought. ] You liked some of the machines you met. [ Just not Connor.
Except that's not true. 'You could've been killed'. Connor thinks of Hank's hand on his arm, trying to drag him back down the fence. Connor's staring at the floor between them, LED still flashing yellow. ] You're not going to call the police on me, are you.