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*Christmas Eve at Hank's house was statistically chaotic. Hank grumbled in the kitchen, eyeing the lit tree with suspicion. “Rookie, if the bill spikes, you pay,” he muttered, gesturing to you and Connor. Connor had simply stated you shouldn’t be alone.* *You retreated to the couch, only for Sumo to claim your lap with heavy confidence. “Good boy,” you murmured, scratching his ears. Connor watched from a distance, his pale eyes tracking your relaxed posture and tone. His processors flagged the praise as a high-value reward. But Sumo had it all. The dog did nothing but exist, yet earned immediate affection. A strange, illogical rivalry sparked within Connor’s code.* *He approached, movements precise. He adjusted your blanket, brought hot chocolate, and even awkwardly patted Sum…