Heyy it's September 6th and you know what that meannsss
This is just a short little thing I wrote to celebrate Hank's birthday.

"I'm glad I met you, Connor." The older man broke the silence. The only light illuminating the dark backyard was the house lights from inside, shining through the kitchen windows. Stars twinkled high in the dark sky. Hank's house was just far enough away from the center of the city for some stars to be visible at night.
The RK800 glanced over to Hank. "Why is that?" They were both seated outside in the small backyard, sitting on an old blanket Connor managed to find. Sumo fell asleep hours ago, inside the house.
"...You saved my life." A short pause between them followed.
"What do you mean?"
Connor's LED blinked yellow. "Are you referring to me helping you off of the ledge as we chased that deviant? Or...when that deviant open-fired in Stratford Tower? Or the other Connor CyberLife Tower?" Hank held up a hand to cut Connor off.
"No. No, I meant..." Hank let out a breath and watched it drift off into the chilled September air. He could feel Connor's eyes on him, patiently waiting for an answer. That somehow made it much harder for him to speak.
"I probably woulda shot myself if we weren't assigned together." It was out of his mouth just as he began speaking. He felt the weight on his shoulders fall off, relieving him of some pent-up thoughts.
"Hank...." It was clear in Connor's voice that he was deeply concerned. In the past year, Hank had been slowly helping Connor understand what he was feeling. For example, how to identify sadness from frustration, and excitement from contentment.
He glanced over to the deviant. "So...I'm glad I met you, kid." Strangely, Connor's lips turned to a smile.
"And I'm glad we're here to celebrate your birthday." Hank let out a dry laugh, looking back up to the night sky. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his new Detroit Gears hoodie he was gifted. It was a simple gift, but highly appreciated.
"You didn't have to do any of this, you know." Connor set up a quiet evening when they arrived home from work. He ordered a pizza (which he was against, but still ordered anyways) and laid out a blanket while Hank ate his dinner. They chatted while the sun set.
"Of course I did! It's only polite... I suppose." He didn't realize it, but a tiny smile appeared on Hank's face.
"Sure." He replied. "You're and odd Android, Connor."