Incompatible

Chapter 15

{[∆] Passenger seat}

I got into the passenger seat and leaned back. Connor started the car and we headed off. I buckled in and he hummed softly. It was dark out and I had the question picking my brain, where would I sleep tonight? Connor had slipped my hand into his as he drove, slightly surprising me but it was okay. His hand was warm, but I believe mine would be as well since I had thirium pumping through the wires in my arms and hands.

"Did you really mean what you said in the precinct? You couldn't trust your own programmed emotions?" Connor asked. "That you couldn't feel love?"

"Not entirely. I did mean the distrust in emotions, but I can feel love. I just have to really try to figure out what the emotion is to understand and know how it feels." I explained. It was difficult discovering emotions for the first time. I was practically emotionless until I felt jealousy, fear, anger, and joy for the first time. "I fear I may be deviant and I can't tell Hank because Cyberlife records everything he sees, heard, analyzes, and feels. I can't trust them knowing."

"So he records everything? Nothing said to him is private?" Connor seemed to stiffen at the new information. I sighed and nodded.

"I'm afraid so." I ran my thumb over his hand in a soothing manner. "But if he becomes a deviant then all recording will stop and everything will be private."

"So you want him to deviate... You're a deviant." He finally connected the dots. I nodded, I can trust him. "So is it possible for you to learn to love?" He asked.

"Of course." I nodded. Connor squeezed my hand and I couldn't help but smile at the action. "It would only take me a while for it to become registered in my memory."

"Can you try and sound a bit more human?" He asked, whining childishly.

"Oh? Sure, but I don't know how to dumb down or make explaining emotions without sounding like the android I am." I rolled my eyes.

"Give simple answers with less explanations." He huffed, continuing to drive as we conversed. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

"You're a dork, Connor." I stated between giggles, watching as scenery passed by with our drive.

Connor playful gasped, acting offended as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze, in which I returned the gesture. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, we began to pull into Connor's driveway. We parted from holding hands so Connor could put the car in park. I hurried to unbuckle and get out of the car. Connor got out of the car as well, following me up to his doorstep so he could unlock the door. His keys jingled and I noticed how bare they were compared to most images I would find online.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting me go in first. I smiled and was suddenly cut short of my steps by a large fluffy mass that had rammed into me. I yelped and held onto what I could, gripping the saint bernard's fur to keep myself from unimaginable pain. Connor laughed as my glasses fell off and I was blinded.

"Connor! Don't step on my glasses." I warned him as I now laid on the ground with Sumo laying on my whole midsection of torso.

"I won't, I won't." He walked over and picked my glasses off the ground.

Connor left me on the floor and closed his front door, locking it. He headed to the kitchen and I attempted to get Sumo off me.

"Connor, how do I get your puppy off me?" I asked, calling to him since he was in the kitchen by now.

"Sumo, dinner!" Connor called, the sound of food rattling in a bowl catching the saint bernard's attention.

Sumo got off me and I smiled happily, staying on the ground. Connor headed over and his head peaked into my sight, a dorky smile and bright eyed. He chuckled and I smiled happily at him before he grabbed my hands and stood at my feet, pulling me up. I whined softly but stood up when he helped.

"Come on, we need to get ready for bed." Connor started to head to his room. I nodded and headed for the kitchen instead. He hasn't eaten yet and needs food.

I opened the fridge and looked around at what was in there. A cold pizza, Gatorades, a few sodas, milk, orange juice, and a few energy drinks. I grabbed the pizza and took out two slices, heading to the microwave to heat them up. I opened the microwave, surprised at how clean it was since most of Connor's things are dirty. Shrugging off the offsetting feeling I got from the microwave, I started to heat up the pizza. The microwave worked and looked brand new. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped suddenly, turning to see who had touched me.

"What're you doing?" Connor gave me a confused expression, glancing to the microwave.

"You haven't eaten dinner so I am heating up some of your leftovers." I explained, taking a good look at Connor.

He smiled softly and put his arms up, a clear invitation for a hug, but I tilted my head in confusion. I took a step forward and he wrapped his arms around me and caused me to stumble closer.

"You hungry too?" He asked, starting to rock side to side. I shivered slightly and wrapped my arms back around him, shrugging.

He released me and the microwave went off. I stumbled back and let Connor get his food. I went to the fridge and viewed over all the drinks, deciding to grab a Gatorade for me and a soda for Connor. I put the soda on the table and watched as Connor put down his plate and went to his cabinets. He showed me the food one that contained many pastas and coffee grounds. There were tiny powdered donuts, ramen, and many other unhealthy foods. I denied any of the foods.

"I'm not hungry." I told him, guiding him back to the table. I sat down next to Connor and he began to eat his pizza. "Where will I sleep tonight?"

"Where do you want to sleep?" Connor retorted with a soft smile.

{[∆] Couch}
{[×] Connor's bed}

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I apologise for my absence, I was just having a short writer's block and I have been busy with school.