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Hank plopped Connor on his lap and gently pressed a hand to the android's stomach, the synthetic skin retracting and giving way to the chrome shell. Hank pushed slightly and slid the hatch under Connor's shell.
Hank bit his tongue as he looked at the components, trying to decipher what the fuck everything was.
Hank looked up at Connor, "So, what's wrong, kid?"
Connor swallowed, nervous. He looked away and mumbled, "Uh… It's just my, uh. One of my oxygen processors…" He gestured vaguely to his chest, where human lungs would be.
His LED cycled yellow and stayed that hue.
Hank shifted slightly, nodding. "M'kay… Alright."
Connor's eyes flickered all over Hank's body, looking, scanning for an stress or discomfort. None.
Hank did not know.
CyberLife android's weren't really made to feel pain, and, for some reason, they stopped there. Maybe Kamski was a perverted bastard. Based on what Connor remembered from his visit, it would not surprise Connor at all.
If not pain, then pleasure.