Animated. Passionate. A little scared. Yes, that almost perfectly describes what he was at the precinct before going to find Markus. Urgency had taken him over, and though he wasn't going to ever fight his deactivation in a literal sense, he would avoid it any way he could. And the only way in front of him was completing his mission.
"You didn't have any way of knowing there were other Connor models," he points out. It's true - he was never badly damaged enough to need a replacement, so why would Hank have ever seen one? "What else were you supposed to think?"
He quietens to let Hank focus, and his gaze flickers from the axe - it's at a good enough angle, he doesn't need to adjust it (though he irrationally considers doing it anyway) - to Hank's mouth as he licks his lips, the trail of moisture his tongue leaves behind... The thought of tasting his mouth - not a sample, a taste - crosses his mind for a fraction of a second.
He shuts down that stray thought with the ghost of a frown, not sure entirely where it came from.
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"You didn't have any way of knowing there were other Connor models," he points out. It's true - he was never badly damaged enough to need a replacement, so why would Hank have ever seen one? "What else were you supposed to think?"
He quietens to let Hank focus, and his gaze flickers from the axe - it's at a good enough angle, he doesn't need to adjust it (though he irrationally considers doing it anyway) - to Hank's mouth as he licks his lips, the trail of moisture his tongue leaves behind... The thought of tasting his mouth - not a sample, a taste - crosses his mind for a fraction of a second.
He shuts down that stray thought with the ghost of a frown, not sure entirely where it came from.