It's been only 2 months since the revolution that changed mankind, and all of it's history books. Markus and North have spent those 2 months happily as possible leading the many androids that plagued Jericho and though were not being caused any harm since that day, they were still prepared for anything. They still had things such as, segregation, and many humans thinking they are superior to them, they continue to be kicked and bashed, but they were happy for once, because they were free. They were living with the humans without being shot down. Sure, they had much more to fight for, but for the time being this was one giant step for the Andriod civilization, which is all thanks to Markus and of course, near the end, Connor did a great deal in helping improve the justice that they very well deserved.

Everyone was understanding their lives now, and everyday more and more people dealt with the new life form that they had created. After all, it isn't their fault a human decided to create them. People found Jericho their safe Haven, except Connor.

He felt unfit. He felt that he didnt belong in such a place, but he didn't know where else he had in mind. He was lost.

His emotions were spiraling out of control. Everyday he absorbed human emotions, more and more, and because he didn't know how to control them or how to even use them, they were going everywhere. And, he still didn't think he knew what being human meant.

He wanted to but he didn't know how to understand what it meant. He had asked Hank many times but Hank said that is something even he couldn't explain, rather it had to be understood through years of experience, and that he himself was questioning that. Hanks face dawned over him. He looked like a hobo, but was honestly a very wise man. He just needed a little guidance, maybe even a friend. Friend. The thought was almost unreal. Hank didn't think of him as a friend.

Just a partner, that's all. He thought of Hank as a friend though, and he guessed that was good enough for the time being. He pondered what Hank was doing right now. Probably since it was his free time, he was either at home getting drunk or at the bar getting drunk. Either way he was drinking. It had started to rain as he was thinking over this scenario.

He hadn't been able to find shelter nor a house. He would've slept at Jericho, but it felt weird to be there after everything and he felt awkward. Another dreadful human feeling he had acquired in the past 2 months. He shuddered, not at the coldness of the weather, but a nervous feeling. He wasn't used to all of these emotions.

" Connor?!" A voice yelled as Connor jumped in surprise. He looked up to see the same gray haired man standing above him, an obvious worried expression implanted on his drunk and hazy eyed face. " Hello Hank."

" What are you doing out here?" Hank shouted.

" Im sitting down. What are you doing?"

" I know you can't catch a cold or anything, but I know you sure as hell can get damaged just sitting out here. What are you doing? Can't you use any damn common sense in that smart head of yours?"

Connor chose not to say anything, and looked down in a somber way. Hank hated when he made that expression. He looked like a small, lost puppy. " Why aren't you at Jericho? Did something happen?"

Connor looked up at Hank and observed his face. It looked almost sobered up now. He must really be worried.

" Nothing happened. I just decided not to stay there. I felt uneasy staying there." It was as simple as that.

" Connor, they're your people, why the hell not?"

" I'm not quite sure. I just feel...lost." Connor said staring at the ground with a blank expression sporting his handsome face.

" Jericho doesnt suit my interests." He stated bluntly. " Well you couldve stayed there until you found a place to stay.

God dammit, Connor. There are still people out here that will hurt you. Not everyone is understanding of the androids. It's dangerous on the side of the road, what were you thinking?" Hank yelled again. " I wasn't thinking anything for once."

Hank had never seen Connor act this way before. He had changed a lot. His thinking was adapting to the human ways and Hank could understand that he was lost because of it. He wasn't used to these feelings.

" Alright son, get in." Hank said with a sigh. Connor tilted his head to the side and gave his signature questioning look that always managed to piss Hank off to the core. " Connor get in. I'm not sitting here all day." Hank said in an obvious, frustrated tone. Connor stood up and slowly walked his way to the car that held his mentor and entered silently.

" Driving while heavily intoxicated is dangerous."

" Shut up Connor." Hank groaned out rubbiing the crease in his forhead. " You seem troubled." Connor observed.

" No, Connor. I'm just thinking."

Connor stared ahead into the road and started to think as well. " You wanna just stay with me?...You know just until you get your own place." Hank said.

" I would be very pleased to, Lieutenant, but I would find it highly disrespectful to obtrude my presence into your home, so suddenly."

" Connor just shut up and accept the fucking offer."

" Okay, Lieutenant."

" And stop calling me Lieutenant."

" What would you prefer to be called?"

" I don't know. Call me Hank."

" Okay Hank."

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The whole car ride was driven in silence, and was more than awkward, and although Connor wasn't exactly sure of the meaning of awkward, he was getting an idea based on the tense aura that hung in the air. Even Connor was silent for once, not asking the repetitive questions and banter that Hank was used to. He started to feel even more of this "Awkwardness" when Hank pulled in the driveway exited and entered his home that he had invited Connor into. Connor went into the house and observed the room like a crime scene investigation, as he sat down on the couch. " You can uh, take the guest room. Watch some TV or something. There's not really much to do around here." Hank said scratching the back of his head.

" I greatly appreciate this kind gesture, and I believe I will accommodate nicely to this new lifestyle, as I hope you will too." Connor said half smiling. " Connor you have got to stop doing that." Hank said rubbing his forehead.

" Doing what?"

" Talking like your reading from the urban dictionary."

" I dont understand."

" Ugh, never mind. I'm too hungover for this." Hank said walking to his kitchen and opening his fridge to pull out some alcohol.

This was going to be different. But, he thought it was nice to help Connor out, if he found that Jericho couldn't.

" Hank? How do you use this?"

Hank looked up to see Connor holding a TV remote.

" Can't you read? You just push the channel button to change what you want to watch."

" But what are these numbers down here?"

" The channel numbers, Connor." Connor looked at the remote obviously contemplating over the information he had just absorbed. Hank sighed and took another swig from his beer. " I'm gonna go lie down."

Connor watched as Hank exited the kitchen and walked down the hall and slammed his door shut.