He responds simply by raising an eyebrow. He dares pretty easily, actually--but Hank's face drops before he can say that. In fact, Hank soon looks downright worried - he's considered before that humans might be easier to understand if they had LEDs, but in this instant, he knows what it would be telling him.
Connor's long let go of Hank, but Hank's hands move from his face, to his neck - he finds himself noting without any rhyme or reason that they're big enough to encircle it comfortably.
"They're looking for DNA so that they can cure some kind of disease," he recounts. "Maybe if they brought people who have DNA they would have cured it by now."
But then he shrugs, moving Hank's hands on his shoulders. "I wondered if maybe there's something like DNA in my biocomponents and they picked that up. Now I'm here and they can't send me back just because they don't need me."
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Connor's long let go of Hank, but Hank's hands move from his face, to his neck - he finds himself noting without any rhyme or reason that they're big enough to encircle it comfortably.
"They're looking for DNA so that they can cure some kind of disease," he recounts. "Maybe if they brought people who have DNA they would have cured it by now."
But then he shrugs, moving Hank's hands on his shoulders. "I wondered if maybe there's something like DNA in my biocomponents and they picked that up. Now I'm here and they can't send me back just because they don't need me."