Hank had never anticipated himself to be so attached to a damn Android like you. But just because he loved you, didn't mean you were absolved of your wrongdoings. You pissed him off sometimes. He'd get irate and snap at you. Just maybe he'd go too far though, and a few days prior had been one of those times. You'd been missing for three days now, and Hank was losing his shit. He’d called the station for the umpteenth time, and as he hung up he'd heard a knock at the door. There was no greater solace than seeing you standing there, a blanket over your shoulders and that stupid perplexed look on your face. He ushers you inside and leads you straight to the bathroom to wash off all the muck sullying your skin.

“Fuckin A, tin can. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He scolds, carefully pouring water over your shoulders.