Hank and Connor were working at their desks a week later. Gavin Reed and Conan came back to work after their suspensions and Jeffery Fowler allowed them back inside the department. Even after their dangerous fight, Fowler still persevered Conan and Gavin to remain as partners on the job. He warned if they were to quarrel ever again, then they would be fired for good, or separated as partners and find new people to work with. If that time were to come, it would depend on the kind of situation they were to put themselves in. Luckily, that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon. Conan and Gavin got along fine for the most part. Gavin was nonetheless grumpy while Conan was all the same as his decompressed self.

Occasionally, they would have a few bickers here and there about the most tedious and least fruitful issues they could ever argue about. Conan was piling certain papers that belonged in one section of his desk and kept the others in a second pile on the other side of his desk. As he was finished with that, he watched as his stubborn partner, Gavin, walked towards their desks with a full cup of regular black coffee. Before Conan could barely utter a warning, Officer Person stuck out a foot from beneath Gavin's feet, then all hell broke loose. Gavin fell flat on his face, hands, and stomach as the coffee spilt around him all over the light gray rug, creating a dark soaking puddle. Conan kept his lips tight as if trying not to laugh. He still had a serious expression, or at least, he tried for once. Hank was spewing out spit as he couldn't hold in his howling. He slapped his knee at least once or twice. Connor could only look shocked as every other police officer had their laughing fits, especially Tina Chen, Chris Miller, and Officer Wilson.

"Hah! That's what you get for being a racist towards androids!" Wilson pointed at Gavin as the angered detective got up sluggishly from the wet and steamy floor.

"Eh, more like a specist." Tina shrugged.

"Hopefully Detective Reed grows up soon and begins to accept the fact that Androids are just as alive as we are." Chris daydreamed that perfect wish. "Then we all will be accepting for once."

"Heh, doubt that day'll ever come. Right, Con?" Hank admitted his doubt.

"I suppose you are correct on that assumption, Lieutenant."

"It's not an assumption, Connor. It's a solid fact."

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" Gavin seethed. "Who the fuck tripped me!?"

"Your mom!" A random police officer cracked. Hank exploded in hysterics like a child. Connor facepalmed at his father's immature behavior as he was hiding a smile in the process.

"God fucking damn it!" Gavin kicked the ground once then stomped over to Conan. "Hey, plastic tin can, did you see who tripped me?"

"Sorry," Conan pretended to feel bad, "I was typing before it all occurred."

"Bull-fucking-shit." Gavin grumbled. "You're supposed to be the smartest, quickest, and strongest android alive. How the fuck could you not catch someone trying to trip me?"

"Work is more important than a diminutive problem such as yours with others present in the office." Conan answered calmly. "It is best to continue your work. If you have enough time, you could retrieve an extra coffee whilst avoiding any further inconveniences."

"You fucking bastard!" Before Gavin could inch towards Conan and backhand him across the face, Fowler stood up from his seat and shouted, "GAVIN! Don't you even think about it!"

"Phck!" Gavin spat as he decided to jump straight to work without bothering to clean the rug, let alone pick up the coffee cup.

Everyone seemed to be working quite normally for the majority of the work day. Gavin and Conan will never get a day where they avoid each other from further arguments 100% of the time, Connor realized. This was another quarrel they were having in hushed whispers as Connor only heard the last part of it.

"... Hey, swear on this-" Conan was about to say, but Gavin interrupted.

"No, fuck you!" Gavin hissed.

"... Well, you just did."

"... Phck."

Connor was about to giggle at their ridiculous banter, but thought twice about it and merely continued to type his reports. As he was typing, loading seemed to become slower on his computer for no good reason whatsoever. Connor even growled once and slammed a fist on his keyboard. Hank stared at him with a startled expression, then quickly proceeded back to his own work.

Loading screens became constant from that point on. He was so frustrated that he ended up accidentally deleting half of his report without meaning to.

"Are you fucking serious!?" Connor slammed both of his fists on his keyboard and was about to give up his work and leave to go to the men's bathroom, but his body stiffened once he saw Hank glaring at him. Everyone else was also giving him surprised expressions, including even Gavin and Conan! He never seen his father glare at him that way for a while. It was a glare that said, 'We will be talking about this later at home.' exactly like that kind of statement.

Connor made sure to stay calm the rest of the work day.

*****(Night)

"Connor Anderson," Hank sighed when he and Connor sat down facing each other on the couch, "Why did ya have to swear?"

"Hank, you and Gavin say those words all the time." Connor argued bitterly.

"Gavin's a bastard. I'm a prick. It's to be expected."

"That does not matter, father!" Connor snapped. "Why can't I swear too?"

"Because you're a pure, good boy." Hank answered firmly.

"Well... yeah, but we all make mistakes."

"Connor, It just doesn't sound good comin' from your mouth. You are a formal young man. Hearing any of those words from your mouth is completely disgusting sounding. I hope you don't get used to swearing too often."

"I promise I will when I only get angry." Connor raised his hands as if defending himself.

"How about ya don't curse at all?" Hank suggested, even though his tone made it sound like a command. "That would make your situation better for ya."

"You can't tell me to stop saying words!" Connor stood up as well as Hank did. "It's like what you said to me before: Words are just words. That's all they are."

"Yeah, they may just be words," Hank laid a hand on Connor's shoulder. "But like I said, they don't sound good comin' from ya. Your voice sounds... rough when ya do." Hank finished his argument lamely.

"Yeah? So?" Connor crossed his arms over his chest defiantly as he pulled away from his father's grasp.

"So, just don't talk trash." Hank placed his hands on his hips. "Simple as that."

"Whatever, dad." Connor grumbled as he stomped towards the bathroom to get a break from his stubborn father.

"If ya don't watch yourself, Connor Anderson, then you'll be punished! Remember that I'm your father and I'm not afraid to act like one when I need to." Hank warned.

Connor decided not to say anything. It was for the best, anyways. What he was gonna say would've ended up throwing him into even more trouble than ever before. So, he merely pouted as he glared into the mirror of the bathroom, not wanting to come out for a while.

Hank slumped onto the couch, then groaned as he stuffed his face in his hands. This was the first time Connor ever argued with him on anything since the boy became deviant. One time, the android ran out into the middle of a busy highway to keep up with a robber and he almost got himself killed. The lieutenant was about to punish Connor, but the boy's puppy-dog facial expression resisted him from performing such a parental action. Hank was grumbling up a storm when he thought about all those times Connor misbehaved when he was a machine and now times as a deviant. It made him want to stand up to punishment, but he just couldn't with the way Connor reacts every time. It was frustrating. He never realized that parenting an android who was supposed to be made as an adult would be so difficult to raise all the damn time.

Sumo headbutted onto Hank's hand to attract the old grumpy man's attention to him. Hank pet Sumo for at least a few seconds, then turned on the TV to watch something interesting to distract the old man from his own annoyed thoughts about his adoptive son. Sumo laid against his hip, beginning to fall asleep and snore.

Once Hank found an intriguing show, Connor finally left the bathroom and slowly inched towards his father. The android was afraid that his human adoptive father didn't love him anymore. He sat next to Sumo and pet the dog nervously. Hank glanced at the two of them, then pat Connor on the head in an assuring manner.

"Connor, son, I will always love you. Don't you ever deny that, okay?" Hank was determined to make his son feel better and at home.

"Yes, Hank." Connor beamed whilst leaning his head onto his father's hand. "Thank you, dad."

"Also, remember this... F-word is illegal, Connor. If ya say it, you'll go into jail which will be our home." Hank smirked as Connor giggled.

The TV show was what kept them in the mood, especially Sumo's hilarious snores.