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"Breathe," He said gently, unable to get up. But he managed to grab your attention, blurry constricted eyes back to focusing on him. "Nothing will go wrong. You're here. Everything's alright. Breathe, Doctor (Y/N). With me."

He took a breath and you shakily did it, too quick though.

"Again, at the same time. You can do it. You're the best, Doctor (Y/N). " His lips curved into a smile that can be seen as reassuring. "This is nothing. Breathe. Come on, you can do it. I know you can." You broke a smile at that. It must be working.

He took a breath and you followed, more calmly then before and eyes focused on him. Now dilated, you squeezed your fingers with his that were over your hand upon his metal cheek.

"One more time. Breathe with me, (Y/N)."

He lifted his other activated dermis hand that was atop the table, motioning for you to grab it. You wasted no time in doing so, squeezing like it was your lifeline. Which is perfect, a person suffering with anxiety needs an anchor to bring them back. Connor did not read too much into it besides that.

The both of you breathed, now in sync. Connor gave you another careful smile and slight tip of the head, you returning it with his LED back to blue. You closed your eyes.

". . . Thank you, Connor. But please remember what I said." You opened them again, imploringly as his smile fell. "CyberLife will be constantly watching you, even outside missions. You—" You breathed in shakily, and Connor was ready to calm you down but then you continued, "You must think carefully on what you say, Connor. Be careful on what you say. Amanda will see and listen. Just try to accomplish your missions without sacrificing your life, you hear me? This is also why I must. . . act different towards you Connor when I put this in. Just," you rubbed your thumb on his cheek, (e/c) eyes watery with a broken crumple of a smile, "I hope you can forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," he replied, watching you. There really was nothing to forgive. You've never harmed him.

If possible, your smile turned even more broken at his words. He's so horrible at being a comfort to you. Why can't he be better at helping you? LED was yellow once more.

You then kissed the spot between his brows.

Connor's optical lens widened, his metal lips parting but he did not let go or pull away from your hands where one was still on his cheek and the other being squeezed gently by yours. Something fell upon his face as you moved back, releasing him. He noticed your right cheek had a watery trail.

So that's what it was . . .

"Oh, sorry." You said, wiping away the tear that fell upon his metal cheek and he could only watch. That's all he can do, he doesn't know what to do.

"There's nothing to forgive," he repeated, looking at your gentle smile on your lips.

"Of course." You gave a nod and you continued your work and Connor stayed silent the rest of the operation. Secretly glad that you decided to say nothing when your first name with no title left his mouth. Nor that his LED flashed with red for the tiniest of milliseconds.

He mustn't question. He can't. CyberLife
is always watching. Connor must accomplish his mission from now on, he has to.