Roomates

Bruises

Connor groans softly, turning his head.

"nooo. Sumo, please, stop..." Connor groans. he tries to push the large dog away from his face, but Sumo is relentless. he licks at Connors face and whines.

"its 6AM." Connor groans. Sumo whines again. "okay, okay. I'll take you out." Connor murmurs, rubbing his eyes. he gets up and leads Sumo to the door. he easily finds Sumos leash, taking the dog outside. "lets go buddy." Connor murmurs.

Connor and Sumo are gone for an hour before they come back. both are freezing.

"come on, lets get you some water buddy, warm up a bit." Connor murmurs. he leads Sumo to the kitchen. "you're a good boy, Sumo." Connor smiles. he sets out some fresh food and water for Sumo, before heading for Hanks washer and dryer.

Connor pulls his clothes from the dryer and heads to change, he needs to wash Hanks clothes and get them back to him.

"what are you doing up so early?" Hank grumbles. Connor yelps, jumping and whipping around.

"Hank! you startled me!" Connor yelps, blushing a bright red. Hank doesn't miss the flash of fear that quickly turns to relief on Connors face, under his embarrassment.

"sorry kid." Hank frowns slightly.

"no, I am. I should've have responded like that." Connor assures quickly. Hank frowns slightly.

"I gotta go get some stuff for the house, wanna come with?" Hank asks. Connor shakes his head slightly.

"no thank you. I need to wash these. is there somewhere you'd like me to put them for you?" Connor asks, motioning to the clothes Hank let him borrow.

"just keep'em kid." Hank says.

they look better on Connor anyway.

Connor looks shocked.

"uh, ar-are you sure?" Connor asks, hesitantly.

"yeah. can't fit them anymore anyway." Hank shrugs. "might as well put them to use, y'know?" Hank asks. Connor looks confused. "you alright?" Hank asks. Connor nods slightly.

"uh, yeah... I think." Connor murmurs softly. Hank raises an eyebrow.

"alright... uh, I'll be back shortly. okay?" Hank asks. Connor nods and watches him leave.

Hank is only gone an hour, but he swears the house he's just walked into, isn't his.

the old pizza boxes are gone, the stale beer and empty bottles cleaned up, the trash bags that had been by the door are gone. Hank walks into the kitchen and pauses. he fins the dishes have been washed and put away, the floor has been swept and appears to have been mopped.

Connor cleaned his house.

his eyes immediately go to the table. the trash is gone from there too. the table is clean... only something else is missing.

where is Cole's picture?

"Connor!" Hank shouts. Connor pokes his head in from the hallway, smiling.

"oh! hey! you're back-" Connor grins. he yelps when Hank grabs him by the collar, looking pissed. he doesn't struggle, but he does grab hold of Hanks hands nervously.

"H-Hank? wh-whats wro-" Connor tries.

"where's my son!?" Hank demands. Connor looks confused.

"h-huh?" Connor manages. Hank slams him back against the kitchen doorway.

"where. is. my. son!?" Hank snaps. Connor flinches back the best he can.

"I don't under-" Connor tries.