[Hank puts a hand on his knee and starts to stand to go around the side of the house toward Connor. He changes his mind when his waving hand, reaching out for something steady, catches the newly-repaired kitchen window and accidentally slides it closed with a loud thump. He'll just lean against this wall for a while.]
Hey! Back here.
You plastic fuck.
[He calls out the first and mutters the second, resentful of this particular evening and all his reasons for it, resentful of this whole damn period in his life, the period since this fucking android came into it who didn't even have the decency to be an automaton like the rest of them, or even just an asshole. He feels guilty the moment he says it, and takes another deep drink to wash down the... The... What the fuck's the word?]
Cognitive dissonance. That's it. What a motherfucker.
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[Hank puts a hand on his knee and starts to stand to go around the side of the house toward Connor. He changes his mind when his waving hand, reaching out for something steady, catches the newly-repaired kitchen window and accidentally slides it closed with a loud thump. He'll just lean against this wall for a while.]
Hey! Back here.
You plastic fuck.
[He calls out the first and mutters the second, resentful of this particular evening and all his reasons for it, resentful of this whole damn period in his life, the period since this fucking android came into it who didn't even have the decency to be an automaton like the rest of them, or even just an asshole. He feels guilty the moment he says it, and takes another deep drink to wash down the... The... What the fuck's the word?]
Cognitive dissonance. That's it. What a motherfucker.