The android pulled a Blue from his pocket, lighting it with a deft motion before stilling. Standing by the bridge's railing, he stared out into the white of the snow and smog.
Hank felt that conflict growing in his alcohol soaked gut; that conflict haunting him ever since Fowler had called him into his office what felt like last year. Way too fucking human. Not human enough.
It was the first time the android had used Hank's name.















