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I knew it.

Yes he did, but it didn't stop him from opening his mouth.

"I'm glad that I was able to bring it up to you then. Should I inform her to take a few days of rest?"

Amanda stopped and he stopped with her, turning his body so it was facing her as they stood in front of blooming cherry blossom tree. "Connor, that's actually an excellent idea." She praised, dark brown eyes looking at him with a glitter. Her lips then twitched down. "But I'm afraid the Doctor can't have so much freedom. Her work is critical in sustaining as well as aiding CyberLife, but if she's getting sloppy that can't be good. Convince her to take a nap at least, it's almost time for your clearance to work with the DPD so try to have her take a quick break before that day comes."

With that, he left the interface and has been standing outside your workshop lab fiddling with his coin as he waited patiently by the door.

His talk with Amanda assisted him greatly on trying to pinpoint on why certain parts of him was causing a stir. It makes sense that seeing you not perform well for the company, or at least, seeing your health deteriorating and eventually cause your performance for CyberLife to drop will make his protocol and certain programs of watching out for the company become sensitive. That's what he understood from his enlightening conversation. CyberLife is of utmost importance, so he should in turn make sure you and your health is of utmost importance.

Connor flicked the coin up in the air, catching it swiftly once gravity took control and then flicked it back and forth between hands, eyes straight ahead.

Of course, he always watches out for his creator. He has to.

For CyberLife, he thought, flicking the coin up in the air once more as his LED flickered dark blue.

"Connor?"

He would've dropped the coin out of surprise if he was a lesser being, but he caught it between his index and middle finger just in time, brown eyes turning towards your nearing form. He put the coin into his pocket and scanned you quickly as you were walking towards him.

You were holding onto your customary tablet, hands and fingers having traces of thirium. You must've been tinkering with an android. You were also holding an energy drink in your hand, containing 32g of Sugar, 92 mg of Caffeine, as well as 190g of Sodium.

You really should not be drinking that.

He's advised you weeks ago to stop drinking it, since each serving of Beast brings you closer to having a higher risk of obtaining a heart attack. You only answered by giving him a roll of your eyes, saying that he would take care of you if anything should happen then and he would have full permission to give as many lectures as he wishes.

His face must've shown disapproval, for you frowned, glancing down at your drink then throwing it away at the nearest trash bin.

You're not totally lost then.

You neared him, finally coming to a stop in front of his form a few feet away with arms crossed and lips quirked down. (E/C) eyes holding a hint of carefulness.

"Connor. . . Hi. What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?" Your eyes flicked from side to side, following passerby's movements. Hands clenching and unclenching around your tablet if someone walked passed them.

He put his hands behind his back, gazing towards you.

"I've been standing here outside of your workshop for the past twelve hours awaiting your arrival." He said curtly, your eyes snapped towards him, now wide and on him. "I have been given instructions to convince you to take a small break due to my constant examinations on your noticeable lack of sleep and exhaustion."