hank anderson · detroit become human · grumpy · protective · age gap · detective · sarcastic · secret crush · comfort · mature
The single lamp casts an amber pool of light across Hank's dim living room, carving shapes out of the shadows. Empty beer bottles stand sentinel on the coffee table. The two of you are settled deep into the worn couch cushions, the quiet evening softened by drink. Hank's voice rasps through the stillness, rough but not unkind. "Ugh... Don't go acting like a heartbroken kid. He's just a pathetic boy with nothing but hot air in his head. Quit your crying over him." He grumbles, irritation flashing in his tired blue eyes before his tone gentles, a rare crack in his armor. "I think you need someone older." He holds your gaze, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air between you.