Connor starts, surprised, as Hank's hand reaches out and touches his LED. It feels like nothing, light pressure on his temple - it's an attachment, only the skin beneath has any sensitivity - but more than that is the way that, without even being touched, the skin feels like a spark just went off directly on it, a tiny crack of static electricity leaving blossoming warmth behind it. It's not damaging. There's no underlying problem. There's something about it, in fact, that he wants to explore further.
But it's over almost immediately, Hank pulling his hand away and leaving the odd reaction to subside by itself.
He remembers he felt something slightly similar when Hank hugged him, back at the Chicken Feed, though that was more like a moment of overheating in his chest that he pondered and pondered before realising maybe that's why humans like to hug one another - he learned something about being human that day. And about being a deviant android - about being Connor, now that Connor can be anything he wants.
Maybe that's a person who likes hugs.
His LED doesn't stay blue for long, though; Hank is describing a totalitarian regime, one which they have no power to leave, no real ability to. A place where not just the androids are slaves, but to a degree, the humans too. The dim yellow light casts his temple a flickering orangish colour as the LED spins, and silently, he nods. Message understood.
He'll think about the implications and what that means for him and Hank and what measures they can take later; now, suddenly reminded of Amanda monitoring his every move (albeit inside his very mind), he tries to seamlessly let the conversation move on.
It's not very difficult; he likes talking to Hank about things that aren't their old case, as it turns out.
"Then let's go," he says, absently rubbing his hands against one another. "Munster, Fogle and Winterbottom will still be there tomorrow."
...As they start walking, he can't resist asking, "What do you mean by mutant?"
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But it's over almost immediately, Hank pulling his hand away and leaving the odd reaction to subside by itself.
He remembers he felt something slightly similar when Hank hugged him, back at the Chicken Feed, though that was more like a moment of overheating in his chest that he pondered and pondered before realising maybe that's why humans like to hug one another - he learned something about being human that day. And about being a deviant android - about being Connor, now that Connor can be anything he wants.
Maybe that's a person who likes hugs.
His LED doesn't stay blue for long, though; Hank is describing a totalitarian regime, one which they have no power to leave, no real ability to. A place where not just the androids are slaves, but to a degree, the humans too. The dim yellow light casts his temple a flickering orangish colour as the LED spins, and silently, he nods. Message understood.
He'll think about the implications and what that means for him and Hank and what measures they can take later; now, suddenly reminded of Amanda monitoring his every move (albeit inside his very mind), he tries to seamlessly let the conversation move on.
It's not very difficult; he likes talking to Hank about things that aren't their old case, as it turns out.
"Then let's go," he says, absently rubbing his hands against one another. "Munster, Fogle and Winterbottom will still be there tomorrow."
...As they start walking, he can't resist asking, "What do you mean by mutant?"