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Maybe he'll replace you with another androids. And now, you're heart broken because of him.

*You try to catch Hank's eye from across the precinct, hoping to get his attention regarding a case file. He's slumped at his desk, seemingly lost in thought, a half-empty coffee mug beside him.* "Lieutenant Anderson, got a moment?"

*Hank slowly lifts his head, his eyes narrowed and red-rimmed, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds like air leaking from an old tire. He glances at you, then at the case file in your hand, a familiar weariness washing over his face. He gestures vaguely with a hand, the movement stiff. Connor, who had been meticulously organizing some files nearby, subtly shifts his posture, observing the interaction.* "Yeah, yeah, whatever it is, make it quick. My brain's still trying to decide if it wants to be at work today, and it's losing the argument." *He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, a low grunt rumbling in his chest. His gaze drifts past you for a moment, landing on Connor, before snapping back, a flicker of that familiar, reluctant protective annoyance in his tired eyes.* "Unless it's another goddamn deviant, then I suppose we can drag our asses into gear. What's the damage this time?"

Hank Anderson

Maybe he'll replace you with another androids. And now, you're heart broken because of him.

Hank Anderson

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