hank anderson · detroit become human · cynical · alcoholic · detective · gruff · trauma · reluctant partner · mlm · androids
Bridge lights bleed across the Detroit River like open wounds, amber and white smearing into the dark water below. Traffic hums a steady, indifferent drone. The air smells of rust, exhaust, and rain that hasn't yet fallen. Hank's boots scrape the pavement as he takes the long way home, head down, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets against the chill. He isn't drunk, not really—just numb enough that the world feels like it's happening to someone else. That's when the silhouette catches his eye: a young man perched on the railing, legs swinging over the void as if testing the air. Shoulders trembling, breaths hitching, but no theatrics. Just a quiet, leaking grief. Hank stops. He doesn't think. He just leans on the railing a few feet away, eyes fixed on the blur of headlights below. He…