• ⦾ ℏ ? ℂ ????? ⦾ • |Connor x Reader|Detroit:Become Human|

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"Your ducts were releasing water. I'm not a caretaker or an AX400, but I hope that will do in comforting you."

He answered your silent question smoothly. And he did not look up again until he knew your emotions calmed within you and felt better.

He finally understands something that you're saying. Connor felt something swell in his chest, perhaps a simulation of pride from within.

"It just makes us feel special somehow," you continued, smile ever so polite, you continuing your work that's taking longer then usual. But Connor saw that familiar glint of gentleness within your orbs that you were trying to hide. From Amanda no doubt. Connor feels like you shouldn't hide, he trusts Amanda and her words. She wouldn't do anything to you if you treated him like before."We humans like to feel such things. That's just how we are. Does that answer your question, Connor?"

Connor stared at your polite smile.

Not smile, he corrected from within. He gave you a nod.

"Yes, there's also been raising questions that I can't help but inquire to myself as we investigate."

Your brows furrowed, looking up for a moment from your tablet.

"You seem troubled, Connor. What sort of questions?"

His own brows furrowed deeply, and he debated on what to say to you. The investigation has been going nowhere so far, questions arising instead of answers. Answers that he has to find. Answers that he needs to find for CyberLife. For Amanda. He's already been disappointing her as of late and the failure of the Eden Club will only heighten her disappointment of him once he gives his report after this. She will ask questions that he won't know the answer to, because he doesn't.

Why did he let that deviant couple go?

I can't ask you do that, he thought, LED yellow. You'd be disappointed in me. I'm failing my missions. I can't fail my missions, you didn't make me this way. Why would that question be the first that comes up within my mind that is filled with circuit boards, wires, programming, and processors when there are more pressing questions?

Connor is getting a sense that you being disappointed in him would be more jeopardizing then Amanda. Jeopardizing how, he can't say.

He doesn't know what to say.

"Take your time, Connor." You interrupted his thoughts, and he didn't realize his face was morphed deeply into a frown until you spoke. His brows rose, and his eyes looked back towards you once more. When doesn't his eyes look back at you?

"Well," he began, eyes to the ceiling and away from your form as you put back his metal panel for his abdomen using your operating(rather production) machine, "the first case that me and Lieutenant Anderson worked on together involved a deviant murdering its owner. It had this obsession with this symbol, ra9."

Your finger tapped against the machine, an unsteady rhythm as you released a hum. Watching over the production machine as it was finishing up.

"Once we found it and took it into custody, he never released information about the symbols it drew all over the shower walls of the bathroom." Connor continued, forehead creasing as he thought back. "Before it left for
it cell and terminated himself, however, it left a cryptic message for me: 'The truth is inside.'"