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ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ (cyberlife) wrote in theconsolelog,

Ah, he was joking. Right? Connor didn't think he would like the intrusion of a piercing into his skin. Though he supposed his hair could change. The normally sleeked back synthetic hair, save for that one pesky bang had loosened up into a few. He ran his fingers through it, letting his hair part where it wanted and the bangs fall around his face. Imperfection was...better, in a way.

Connor stared in surprised when Hank offered him the watch. His watch. It looked expensive. "Hank, I can't accept--" Oh he thought he'd tell him he didn't need to keep track of time. Well, Hank was right, but the android didn't know what it was to receive a gift.

Until now. Another analogy--dress like the Roman's do. Dress like...a person. Reaching out, still unsure, Connor took the watch and placed it on his wrist. He stared at it in awe. The old, hardboiled detective may have hid in the reasoning of giving him something to distinguish him by. But it was much more than that. It was the first thing that Connor would own that would be his. And his very first gift, given to him by his only friend. It was very, very special. His fingers traced over the edges and links to the watch, a smile pulling to his face. "Thank you. I'll take good care of it." He contended to respond simply, as Hank had done enough 'explaining' as to why Connor should have the watch in the first place.

But he watched his father figure of a human smile, his own mirroring it with as much life as Connor could muster. Not wanting to keep him up any longer, he got up from the couch, patting Hank gently on the shoulder. "I hope you sleep well. I'll keep watch, you just relax." And he would. As soon as Hank would drift into a REM cycle, Connor would adjust him to lay properly against the cushions of the couch, covering him with a throw blanket so he would be comfortable and not stiff in the morning. He would then spend the rest of the night reading some of the books in the room, his hand holding the watch protectively here and there.