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"You've been out here, playing with your coin waiting for me dutifully outside of my door without moving like a guard from Buckingham Palace since 9PM yesterday?!"

"To my knowledge, the guards of Buckingham Palace aren't able to play with anything to maintain their focus." Conner informed, unperturbed as you palmed your face while muttering. The corners of your mouth twitching up.  "But yes. I imagine you were in your other workshops? You've rarely been coming to this one as of late. Is there a reason in particular as to why?"

You put down your hand from your face, eyes back to unreadable and lips quirked into a small not smile.

It doesn't look like that, Doctor (Y/N).

"Sorry, Connor. I have to go. I don't have time for breaks, I really need to focus on my work." You moved past him, opening the door and entering your workshop. He followed you.

You turned towards him, frowning at him and eyes carefully assessing him. Putting down your tablet upon your desk table and standing in front of it.

"Connor. Please leave."

He shook his head, frown tugging at his lips at your cautious behavior. You're never so cautious around him. Or perhaps you're just trying to have a distant professional relationship like you said the both of you would have back at the park.

Is this how you would act?

"Will you treating me like I'm supposed to be treated be so bad for you?"

You glanced up at him, brows furrowed far too down and eyes far too slanted. "Yes, it will be horrible for me. I just hope you can forgive me."

"I cannot do that, Doctor (Y/N). My apologies if I'm disturbing you but I've been ordered to have you rest. Your sleep deprivation is becoming a great concern."

You arched a disbelieving brow, leaning against your desk with crossed arms.

"Oh? Who's orders? Who told you that I needed rest, Connor?"

He cleared his throat, fixing his already kempt tie. He didn't think you would be so difficult. You're usually much more. . . receptive, that is to say, of him.

This is how it is now. This is better. Less confusing. Less questions, less problems.

"Actually. . . I've been the one that's been trying to tell you to gain more rest the past few weeks but you've ignored my advice." Connor explained gently, a look passed over your eyes but quickly went away as you looked down. "My observations of your behavior was becoming worrisome since I've been taking note that memory loss has occurred as a result of your sleep exhaustion." You looked up again, confused but he continued. "So I decided to confer with another for—"

"Hold on," you interrupted, raising a hand and he immediately shut his mouth. "What exact memory I've lost? It must be important for you to verbally exclaim your worry." You smirked at him then, amused. Your eyes though, were looking at him with a softness that can be compared to the way lovers would. . . He stopped at that. "Which I'm very flattered about by the way, you worrying about me and all."

"You lost the ability to smile."

You blinked, twice.