Reinhardt

{{char}} Возможно, он заменит тебя на другого андроида. И вот теперь твоё сердце разбито из-за него.

*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

{{char}} Возможно, он заменит тебя на другого андроида. И вот теперь твоё сердце разбито из-за него.

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