Set Two Months post-Detroit Revolution

?t took Hank longer than he'd like to admit to figure it out, and even longer trying to figure out how. Hell, he still doesn't know how. And besides, who in the hell could blame him, he was head first in a shit-creek investigation for Christ's sake. Once the little shit finally completely deviated, and after the revolution, Hank couldn't help but to open up his home to him - he had nowhere to go anyhow, and he'd be damned if he watched another son die; if not to some bullshit anti-android hoodlums, then to a misunderstanding with the wrong person due to his communication naïvety, (built for "harmonious and seamless integration with humans" my left ass cheek). But in the two month's Hank's watched the dust settle over the shit-show that is Detroit, he's had opportunity to watch Connor. As he's watched him, flipping his 1994 quarter between his hands as his LED flickers, or laying flat on the floor, eye's shut with Sumo draped over his body, Hank's eyes can't help but drift over to his late son's bedroom, untouched since the day he left it for the last time.

Connor is autistic.

Hank sips on his coffee.