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“Oh that’s...hot.” Connor was too late to try and warn Hank, watching him slam back the warm drink like it was water. That coffee was 195 degrees Fahrenheit, 91 degrees Celsius. He’d watched him drink alcohol in the same manner, and if he didn’t know better, he would think the tastebuds or sensitivity in the back of his throat were gone. Alarming, and concerning. He would have to make sure Hank stayed hydrated too.
Needless to say, he didn’t know what a piggy back was. He could volunteer to make the run over into the next town—he was exceptionally fast and wouldn’t get tired. But Connor wasn’t about to leave Hank alone in this weird world. Even with Sumo.
Surely there was a place for them to stay, the woman over the Network held no benefit in lying to him. But the android let his friend vent out his frustrations with a solemn expression, the corners of his mouth turning down. Hank had always been abraisive but by now he thought he could predict him well enough. Apparently not. “Hank...” Connor scanned Hank’s knuckles and wrist for injury: slight abrasion, no hemorrhage or break. “I understand this is confusing and upsetting at the very least..” He was going to ask him, very politely, to stop with the self destructive behavior. It was bad for him. And it made Connor upset, his LED turning yellow again.
But the fact that a leaf had fallen and materialized into objects had stopped him. Reaching out to touch it instead of scanning, feeling the fiber of the furniture and smelling the laundry? This was something that did not compute. “This is incredible. Physical inanimate objects made from a former biological specimen?” Leaves from trees were alive. How they could turn into a couch...he didn’t know. “Maybe we should try the town. Ignore the residents and just look for a quiet place.” He didn’t trust falling couches. Though now Hank could punch the cushions instead if he felt so inclined.