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Sleeping had always been easy, for the lieutenant. In a harsh contrast to most other workers at the DPD, trained to wake up naturally at six every morning, Hank had always found it easy to sleep comfortably into the afternoons. The gentle sound of rain falling against the glass served as a peaceful backdrop for the rise and fall of the elder man’s chest, soft, slow breaths escaping him.
Even after Connor had come along, Hank still enjoyed sleep. There wasn’t anything better than just lazing about until he had to go to work - something that he still acted lazy with, not minding coming in late. Getting up early was never welcome - even when Hank felt Connor’s gentle hands on him {waking him up in a far more considerate manner than he had their first time} Hank replied only with a soft noise in protest and a shift in position.
It was more than tempting, to just go back to sleep. To brush Connor’s words off, simply because it felt a bit too early to do anything - that thought made it easy, to want to just go back to sleep. Though it also made it fairly easy to want to get up, too; Hank doubted Connor would wake him up for no reason.
With a bit of a louder noise, this time paired with a stretch, Hank slowly blinked his eyes open. “G’morning,” he slurred, rubbing the heel of his hand over his left eye. He yawned, closing his eyes for the action, and choosing to leave them shut as he sat up. He stretched once more before opening his eyes, gaze sleepily turning to Connor. {Truthfully, he found his heart feeling a bit warmer again - how could he feel upset, with Connor there?}
“You already take Sumo out? Or do you need-” Hank cut off abruptly, his eyebrows pinching together slightly as he looked over the man. “Is everything okay?”
Maybe he should have waited; they weren’t even needed yet, and Hank liked his rest. But how could he wait when he didn’t even know what to do with himself? There were too many hours in a day, too much time in which Connor was left to his own devices. Even if he was capable of a sleep-like state, he didn’t need to sleep. After the night he’d had, however, he considered giving it a shot in the very near future.
Deviancy was still new: it was as if Connor was just stepping out into the world all over again. There were a lot of human things he needed to come to understand, a lot of emotions he had to figure out, and while he felt as though he were doing a decent job there was still the occasional hiccup. Hank was patient, luckily, but Connor knew he couldn’t rely on him for everything. He would have to stand on his own two feet sooner or later.
Just a little bit later...
“Don’t be alarmed,” Connor said quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was startle Hank the moment he woke up, but he could hear the slight edge in his own voice, the lack of warmth. He was anxious, hardly himself, and even if he could keep it from his expression he couldn’t chase it completely from his voice. Hank wouldn’t be deceived so easily, anyway.
“We’re supposed to meet with the captain later today--for a new case. The details are still coming in, so we’re not needed right away, but it sounded important.” Wake up Hank: check. Explain the day’s top priority: check. Remove LED?
Undetermined.
“And...one more thing. I was in your bathroom, looking at my reflection.” He trailed off for a few short moments before summoning his courage once more. He looked back to the other man and reached up to tap the LED at his temple. "What do you think about this? I should remove it...shouldn’t I? Or...or should I keep it? What would you do in my place?”
