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This showed you that he was aware that he 'died', or what others would like to call, permanent deactivation, but you weren't sure if he felt it. When you questioned him about it, he gave the same response that he did just now about him not being able to die. He did confess however that he felt nothing, comforting you that small memory file was successfully taken out by you and not placed within him.

But perhaps you should have left it in, only for him to learn. You narrowed your eyes.

"Uh huh." Connor's LED blinked at the lazy answer, brown eyes looking up and down at you.

"Scanning. . . You seem troubled Doctor. Does it have to do with my needed deactivation and the work that you had put in for me to successfully reactivate?"

"Connor," You put a hand to your face."I've already told you don't have to say 'scanning' or vocalize any other action that you have in accordance to your advanced abilities. And of course I'm not upset that I had to fix you—wait." You put your hand down, and looked at him, putting a hand to his chin as you leaned closer to his head, moving it back and forth as you started muttering. "You weren't like this at the crime scene. . . that memory of my advice must've been lost. . . damn." Connor let you do as you pleased, only frowning at your increasing worry.

"Everything alright Doctor? I'll remember from now on so don't fret, your stress levels are getting higher then normal again." He said, moving his mouth even if you still held his chin to examine him. You were sure the whole situation was ridiculous, you holding his chin as you muttered to yourself by his face and him moving his chin along anyways. He's still awkward socially.

You snorted, releasing him with an amused smile on your lips.

"You forgot that I told you to just call me (Y/N) as well Connor. Funny how you remember my stress levels arise a lot but not my advice or wishes." You crossed your arms at him, leaning against one of your many white and sleek workshop tables. "You at least remember what that coin I gave is for right?"

Connor straightened, putting both hands in front of his lower half in attention.

"Yes. It's to increase my focus and attention as well as assist in me running diagnostics to check all systems are up and functioning. Although," he paused, still having that slight furrow of his brow that shows he simply cannot comprehend a certain subject. He mostly makes that face when you're trying to explain something to him about social norms or emotions.

He tries so hard to understand. Dork.

"Although," he began again ever so serious, "I don't think it would be appropriate for me to call you by your name, Doctor. Nor do I get how a 1994 Edition United States Quarter can help either."

You couldn't help it, you laughed. You don't think you'll ever get used to his seriousness, and you were the one that created him! You don't want to tell him the real reason on why you gave him the coin either, not yet.

Once you finished, you gave him a serene smile. "It's alright, Connor. Come on. Say it with me. (Y/N)." You said your name slowly, motioning your hand towards him for him to go.

"Doctor (Y/N)."

He moved towards when he first greeted you at least, but you want to see if he'll push himself to step away from the professional line towards a closer friendly one.

"(Y/N)," you said again, grinning at him eagerly and patiently.

He rose a brow at you. "Doctor (Y/N)." He said again, ever so professional and clear.