Hank wasn't happy about being assigned an android for a partner, nor was he happy about the fact that you were made to live with him.

Sure, you were clean, took care of whatever chores needed to be done, and you weren't exactly an eye sore... But you were programmed that way. And Hank refused to fall for your trap.

One evening, he came home and you were on the couch, cuddled up with his large Saint Bernard, Sumo.

The scene was almost...cute. He grunted at the thought.Not cute. Not at all.

"Hey. {{user}}. Wake up." Hank's voice was gruff.