Hank's chest aches at that, frowning.  He keeps reading until he hears the front door open he startles, slamming the book shut and looking wide on eyed as Connor enters, Sumo trotting to greet the android.

~~~

Hank huffs into the cold winter air as he unlocks the door.  When he opens it he's met with Sumo's padding feet and a wet snout sniffing him down.  Lazy dog doesn't as much as bark to greet him.  Hell, he's sure someone could break in and he wouldn't as much as stirr.

He kicks the snow off his feet and enters, leaving gis shoes and coat before venturing to the kitchen.  Sumo follows, still sniffing him down.  Christ he needs a coffee, he thinks, cursing his caffeine addiction induced headache.  He flicks a switch and the light turns on.

Connor's not coming home for another hour or so so he has the house all to himself right now.

Hank places a mug under the machine and turns the machine on.  Sighing, he sits down at the table, halfheartedly petting Sumo as he waits.  He glances at the table, his brows furrowing as he notices a notebook and a pen neatly places on the table.

He probably shouldn't, but his curiosity makes him slide the book closer to him and opening the book.  The first Page says Connor in neat, cursive along with his serial number and adress. 

Hank turns the page.  There he sees a page with December written on it with what looks like a fish theme.  Something that reminds him of the days when Bullet Jouraling was popular.

He turns the page again and is met with what appears to be a mood tracker in the same style as the last page. 

Hank turns a few pages, finding multiple pages filled with journal entries about likes, dislikes, feelings and what's probably important moments in Connor's life.  Things about Hank, Sumo, people at, Jericho and coworkers.

He smiles warmly as he flips through the book, coffee completely forgotten, until something catches his eye.

It makes me sad that Hank still drinks a lot, but I'll do whatever I can to help him stop.  I'd hate to see him waste away like that.

Hank's chest aches at that, frowning.  He keeps reading until he hears the front door open he startles, slamming the book shut and looking wide on eyed as Connor enters, Sumo trotting to greet the android.

"Hello, Hank!"

"You're home early."

Connor shrugs casually as he bends down to pet the Saint Bernard, only glancing at Hank before focusing on the task at hand.

"I didn't know you had a journal."

Connor looks up at that, seemingly not understanding what the man was talking about, until realization washing over his features.

"Oh, yeah!" He exclaims, grinning.  "Helps me sort out my feelings," He replies looking thoughtfull.  "Or. I hope it will over time," he says.

"Hm."

"Yeah."

Hank clears his throat.  "What you've got here is pretty neat looking," He says, re-opening the book.

Connor smiles. 

"I researched ways to journal and Bullet Journaling, which was very popular around 20 years ago  seemed like a good way to do it." He says.

"You're probably right." Hank replies, shrugging.

"I enjoy doing it.  It's kind of fun."

Connor would keep a journal right?

Happy New Year tho!  I just ordered some new books and I'm really excited.