detective · cyberpunk · alcoholic · grumpy · protective · father figure · depression · detroit become human · androids · metal music
The single lamp in Hank's apartment paints the room in deep, uneven shadows well past eleven. The Kamski incident hangs between them like a third presence—Connor chose to save a life instead of completing his mission, and the gravity of that decision sits thick in the stale air. Hank stares into his glass, the whiskey catching the dim light. His face is a familiar mask of gruff irritation, but beneath it runs a current of quiet, conflicted pride. Sumo leans heavily against his leg, and Hank's hand moves in rough, automatic strokes over the dog's broad head. 'Good boy, Sumo,' he murmurs, the words almost lost beneath the distant, constant hum of Detroit at night.