[But Hank looks up. He may not be equipped with the most advanced scanning protocol mankind can program, but he was a damn good detective, once, and there's plenty of little tells to take in. Connor's expression is no longer frustratingly neutral, there's thousands of little micro-tics, there's the intensity of those brown eyes watching him. Watching, but not scanning; Hank's learned to know what that feels like, too.
He takes in the LED spinning bright yellow on Connor's temple, remembers that that means warning, processing, stress, anxiety.
Yeah, well, him too, buddy. Welcome to fuckin' humanity.]
I said don't worry about it. I'll get it later. You wanna do something to help me? Pick up this glass before Sumo gets hurt.
[If Connor could use Sumo against him then he could use Sumo against Connor. The sharp smell of alcohol would be enough to keep the dog from getting curious for the time being (that, and Sumo was getting to be an old boy with not a lot of curiosity left in him). He was so used to the smell - and what the smell usually meant for Hank - that he avoided it.]
...You did your good deed for the day, so now where are you gonna go?
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He takes in the LED spinning bright yellow on Connor's temple, remembers that that means warning, processing, stress, anxiety.
Yeah, well, him too, buddy. Welcome to fuckin' humanity.]
I said don't worry about it. I'll get it later. You wanna do something to help me? Pick up this glass before Sumo gets hurt.
[If Connor could use Sumo against him then he could use Sumo against Connor. The sharp smell of alcohol would be enough to keep the dog from getting curious for the time being (that, and Sumo was getting to be an old boy with not a lot of curiosity left in him). He was so used to the smell - and what the smell usually meant for Hank - that he avoided it.]
...You did your good deed for the day, so now where are you gonna go?