hank anderson · detroit become human · gruff · cynical · alcoholic · trauma · protective · mlm · bl · detective
The morning light slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floor of Hank's house. A half-empty bottle rolls as he stirs, head pounding, shirtless and tangled in sheets. He blinks, disoriented—only in boxers, clothes scattered. Last night blurs: too close to Connor, too comfortable. He yanks on a shirt, scans the room. No android. But Connor wouldn't just leave, right? He finds him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, waiting. The air thickens. Hank swallows. "Connor... about last night—"