Hank sat back in his seat, glaring at his computer. Connor was hidden behind his own monitor, but he could hear the clack clack clack of the kid's keyboard. He was still working on his own report to Cyberlife, a matter that would have usually been done in a few minutes. It had been longer than a few minutes. Hank had heard the very long pauses, and figured the kid was having difficulty with the whole, 'I'm sorry I didn't kill the other android' part of his report. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out.

Jackass.

"I'm not a deviant," Connor had said, and Hank had heard the way his voice shivered a bit. Then later, "I just saw that girl's eyes, and I couldn't." The boy had even apologized, seemingly completely unaware of how his voice was shaking along with his hands. Hank had never been more proud of him in that moment, and that had let him hide how mad he was. Not at Connor, kid had enough on his plate at the moment. And yeah, maybe he should edge off a bit, give him some room to breath after all that.

But Kamski. Fucking asshole. How dare he force the kid into that type of a situation! Shoot and I'll answer a question, don't shoot and I'll show you the door. Asshole. Hank took another breath, trying to let it out slow. It came out as a hiss instead. Kill this person or I won't help you. Who did that to someone? To his k- the kid? He'd been too focused on getting him out before Kamski tried something else, but if he could go back in time he'd have decked the man. Ass. Hole. The rich asswipe had the nerve to get in the way of their investigation, to stress the boy out like that! Connor's hands had been shaking, he'd never seen the kid so blatantly distressed before. Scratch that then- he'd go back in time and deck the man, then kick him in the balls while he was down.

Hank cocked his head, listening to the sound of clack clack clack as he considered if he could get back to Kamski's without Connor noticing his absence. The man sighed. The kid was sharp as a tack when he wanted to be - he'd notice and then start asking questions, and Hank wasn't sure if he was ready to tell him his real reasons for going back to thrash the former CEO. Hank wasn't even sure if he was ready to face acknowledging it. And no, not ready, very much not ready. Fine, then, he'd stay. But there had to be something he could do to get back at the man. Kamski's stupid haircut had probably cost more than Hank's entire fucking wardrobe, but there had to be something. Not something big, because that'd draw Connor's attention and they'd be right back to the kid asking extremely personal questions that Hank did not want to answer, but... something. A way for Hank to say 'fucking piss off, jackass, you hurt my kid', while avoiding all the real trouble actually saying that to the jackass would bring.

The man sat back and thought about it for a long time. There was more clack clack clacking from Connor's side of the desk. The boy was still typing when Hank finally made up his mind. Sitting forward in his seat, Hank went to YouTube. Damn, how long had been since he'd been on the site? Too long, he thought, searching for old Kamski interviews. He smiled when he found the one he wanted, some old three minute clip from back when the billionaire had been a fresh face in the industry. The newest comments were from several years ago. Smiling to himself, the man began typing.

Three long pauses from Connor later, Hank finished up his own message and entered it. He watched it drop down into the comments, then closed the video and his eyes as he listened to the kid type.

There. Done.