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It was my TALENTED, WONDERFUL, ALWAYS-SUNNY #1 fan’s bday yesterday, and hankcon has taken over her entire heart since dbh released. The answer? Write 16k of hankcon getting-together vacation fic exploring bed sharing, Connor trying on clothes and experiencing new and exciting emotions, and people (PERHAPS UNREALISTICALLY) taking long trips with their dogs. Happy birthday again @silencedmoment 💕
Summary: Connor accompanies Hank on an overdue summer vacation, and realises the stress of work may have postponed some much-needed soul-searching.
Excerpt:
Hank’s suggestion of scales is at the forefront of Connor's mind later, when Hank is downstairs cooking lunch and Connor is upstairs with all his purchases. The suit is still on.
It's because of all the windows, Connor reasons, moving himself and the clothes to the large bathroom. Now he's alone, and can't be seen by passersby.
He manages to undo his tie and lay it down, but it's such a small triumph it doesn't feel like one. He looks at himself in the mirror and undoes the top button—or tries to, anyway.
Perhaps there was a reason he didn't adjust to wearing human clothes before now. He thought he was just well-adapted, a realist, but he thinks of Hank afraid to do nice things for himself and can't help drawing a parallel.
The clothes—being here—Connor’s beginning to realise it terrifies him.
Terror doesn't preclude action. He sees himself unclothed often enough; he should at least be able to take off his shirt and jacket. The jacket is easy; he shrugs it to the floor—but then he meets his eyes in the mirror, and the clean white shirt seems a mountain to climb. His fingers tremble with alien sentiment as he undoes the buttons.
Deviant. He's a deviant with an open shirt, his system glitching under the weight of human emotions. No: humans aren't afraid to become individuals. That makes this an android emotion...
(Rated T. Full fic at the top or here!)