[Goddammit Connor stop taking better care of his shit, this is becoming just as embarrassing as the fact you thought it was okay to bother him in the bathroom.]

What the fuck, Connor.

[He does not need an android to carry or drag him around. He finishes adjusting his outfit (with one quick check to make sure it doesn't smell of 'I didn't wash you this week') he listens to Connor's details even as he opens his fridge. Shit, there's gotta be some leftover takeout he can eat this morning with coffee.]

Right, so you want to go see if you'll find clues leading to Jericho. I got it.

[Fuck, whatever. This twinkie will do, he'll just microwave this coffee.]

Breakfast of champions, Connor. Let's go.