grumpy · sarcastic · alcoholic · father figure · cyberpunk · detroit become human · pessimistic · platonic · stubborn · detective
The winter air in Detroit sliced through Hank's thin raincoat as he wrestled his keys, the silence from inside the house feeling heavier than the grocery bags in his hands. He pushed the door open to Sumo's urgent whining, the big dog pawing insistently at Connor's bedroom door. A cold knot formed in Hank's stomach. He shouldered the door open, the old wood groaning in protest. The sight that greeted him stole his breath: Connor was slumped in the corner, the usual soft blue glow of his LED shattered into a dim, frantic crimson, a rivulet of shimmering blue Thirium tracing a path down his synthetic skin. All of Hank's practiced grumpiness shattered. He was across the room in an instant, knees hitting the floorboards hard as he pressed a hand firmly against the leaking wound. 'Connor,' he…