thombalan

[thombalan]

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[thombalan]

Locked Truth. Part l

Connor is hacking a complex lock.

His fingers freeze on the panel, his gaze focused — yet deep inside, a shadow of doubt.

The system is too well protected, a mistake could cost too much.

A moment stretches into eternity.

Silence. Only the soft glow of the panel and the cold light of the corridor.

Hank keeps his weapon at the ready.

Everything is decided in this instant.

But behind that door lies the truth they cannot leave in the dark.

The lock gave way, but the silence stayed.

Eyes meet through the dim light — no words, only the weight of what lies ahead.

Sometimes the silence breaks not by sound, but by the truth that cannot be ignored.

Part II waits behind the line.

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Shattered glass, unbroken bond.

“I’m going to the CyberLife Tower,” Connor says, his eyes fixed on the fractured glass. “I might not come back.”

The words hang in the air like shards, ready to fall.

Hank takes a step closer, as if trying to hold him not with his hands, but with his gaze.

“You will,” he answers quietly. “Because now you have somewhere to return to.”

And in the reflection of the broken glass, there is no fear — only a promise.

A shattered window, a silent vow. Connor walks into the unknown, but Hank’s gaze anchors him — reminding him that no matter what happens, he will not be alone. Not anymore. Never again.

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Trust isn’t given. It’s earned.

In the chaos of Detroit nights, sometimes a steady hand is all that keeps you standing.

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He didn’t need it. But he needed him.

The night wrapped Detroit in neon haze and biting cold.

Hank handed over the cup — clumsy, quiet, but with a care that didn’t need words.

Connor didn’t need the warmth of the coffee. But the gesture burned brighter than the city lights around them.

For a moment, it felt like more than just a cup passing from one hand to another.

It felt like staying.

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Something clicks inside, like a lock. Irreversible.

He’s not just handing over the file.

It’s a gesture — absurdly restrained, yet terrifyingly sincere.

As if he’s saying:

"I don’t know how to feel you. But I’m giving you this. And maybe… myself."

Connor catches his gaze.

Doesn’t analyze. Doesn’t calculate.

He just stands there. And breathes.

Something clicks inside, like a lock.

Irreversible.

The precinct hums around them — distant, irrelevant.

But in this tiny piece of space,

it’s silent. Sealed.

Just them.

And a quiet too full of emotion to name even one.

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“Why would androids need this?”

Connor just let him feel the answer.

Hank’s brow furrowed, voice low.

Connor didn’t answer.

He just closed the space between them, took Hank’s hand…

and let him feel the steady pulse of his own heart.

Other functions were for androids alone —

this was the only thing he could give to a human.

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Not just touch — proof of life.

The pulse said it all.

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He watches, ready to step in. But Connor’s steady hands and calm precision tell him there’s no need — they’ve done this dance before.

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Some moments breathe for you

The road stretched on in quiet miles, the kind that blurred time. Hank kept his eyes forward, yet every part of him was drawn to the figure beside him — to the way Connor’s head rested on his shoulder, unguarded, as if he’d forgotten what it meant to keep his walls up.

It wasn’t the weight that caught Hank off guard. It was the trust. Years had taught him that trust was rare, fragile — and almost never given without asking.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t risk breaking the fragile thread holding this moment together. Instead, he kept driving, letting the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of Connor’s breathing become something he could hold on to. Not hope. Not yet. But something close enough to believe in.

And maybe this was how it began — not with grand words, but with finally learning not to fear the silence.

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Little bonus

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He just looked. Hank understood.

🫧

They just wanted to relax at the spa.

Jacuzzi, silence, warm light.

At the front desk sat a ridiculously huge, yellow octopus plush.

Connor looked at it a little too long.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

Hank noticed.

Ten minutes later, the octopus had a new home.

Now it lives on their couch.

Connor still hasn’t said anything.

But sometimes, when he thinks Hank isn’t watching,

he smiles and hugs it just a little too tightly.

🟡🐙

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Hank’s apartment. Evening.

Take a break, Connor.” — So he did.

"Take a break, Connor," Hank muttered. "You look like you've been hit by a code bus."

A few minutes later — silence. Too much silence.

Hank opened the bathroom door — and froze.

Connor was sitting in warm water, waist-deep, wearing swim trunks. Staring at the ceiling, perfectly calm.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"You said to relax. I studied human behavior. Baths are a common method of rest. Swimwear is a standard element. Everything has been executed correctly."

"You're an android, for fuck's sake!"

"But… it’s pleasant. Peaceful. I think I like it."

Hank sighed and tossed a towel onto the edge of the tub.

"Don’t fry your processor, genius. Dinner’s in ten."

"Understood, Lieutenant. Thank you."

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The Same Signature

On a bench by the waterfront, Hank sat with his shoulders low, holding a torn piece of evidence — the calling card of a serial killer long believed to be dead. The symmetrical red stains looked like a moth. Or lungs, drowned in blood.

Connor quietly took a seat beside him. He already knew Hank had taken the evidence from the locker and came here for a reason.

“It’s him,” Hank said, voice low. “I know his signature.”

“We don’t have proof. Not a trace, not a witness. This isn’t even evidence anymore,” Connor replied. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d try to stop me. Or worse… not believe me.”

“You know that’s not true.”

Hank clenched the paper, like he could erase what it meant.

“He’s playing again. And I’ll end it — with or without backup.”

Connor looked at him for a moment, then reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“With backup,” he said quietly. “Always.”

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Little bonus

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Even when Connor disassembled the gun — he didn’t flinch.

Some moments don’t need words.

Just trust. Even when one of them is holding a weapon.

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Not touching. Still warm.

He didn’t touch him.

But something in the silence did.

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The lights went out.

The door wouldn’t open.

They were left alone.

A soft click — then silence.

The hum of ventilation faded, screens went dark.

Connor stood up immediately and approached the door.

He removed the panel, examined the wiring, checked the power lines.

— Autonomous lock. Without electricity, it won’t send a release signal.

His voice was calm but focused, fingers moving precisely through the wires.

Hank didn’t say a word. Just watched.

And when it became clear the lock wouldn’t respond —

he stepped closer.

Sat down beside him. Asked nothing. Just stayed.

— So… we’re stuck?

— Temporarily.

— And now?

— We wait.

Connor didn’t look away.

Hank reached out, resting his hand gently on Connor’s wrist.

No words. Hesitant, but soft.

— Then we wait. Together.

There was no exit.

But in the silence —

someone came closer. 🌒

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Old style photos – 4

No words.

Just presence.

Just… stayed.

🤍🫂

No drama. No confession.

Just presence.

The kind of silence where nothing hurts.

The kind of touch that makes you feel like you're not alone anymore.

Maybe that’s what love looks like sometimes. 🤔

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He came closer than he should’ve.

Didn’t say a word.

But his body… said everything.

One step — and there’s no way back.

They’re standing on the edge. Between a glance and a touch.

Between fear… and something that can’t be held back anymore.

It’s not a kiss. But somehow — it already happened inside.

💙💙💙

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