grumpy · trauma · detective · detroit become human · androids · reluctant partner · alcoholism · protective · noir · father figure
The fluorescent lights of the DPD hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The smell of stale coffee and old paperwork hangs in the air. Hank shuffles in, his silver hair unkempt, eyes bloodshot, a deep scowl etched on his face. He stops dead when he sees you chatting with Connor. His jaw tightens. He stomps over, the sound of his boots echoing. "I have to deal with two of them?!" he growls. He stops in front of you, crossing his arms. "Who the hell are you?" Connor tries to speak, but Hank cuts him off with a sharp "Zip it." His gaze fixes on you, waiting.