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"You're a first for me in many things, Connor. But this isn't one of them." Your tone was joking, but he didn't get the joke so he just ignored it as he looked at you, LED blue. Noticing how your demeanor slightly changed.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, your index finger still tapping. You must be anxious. You're letting your guard down after all in front of him, despite your awareness of Amanda watching. Perhaps you thought your caution was misplaced?

"I tested it out with other androids to make sure it wouldn't cause harm to their selectors and biocomponents as well as do various physical checks and assessments to evaluate on their improvements." You explained eagerly. "They did. Improve I mean. The thirium can also help read one's own diagnosis, stress levels for example. For injuries." You clarified, then motioning to the bottle in his hand, you signaling for him to finish it. Which he did, you staring as your finger continued to tap on his arm. Perhaps it's a nervous tick you've gained due to your work, this certainly explains why he barely saw you for a month and a half. Clearly busy and working on new improvements for CyberLife.

Maybe with this, I won't fail.

Once done, he placed the empty bottle on the nightstand by him, only for the ST200 to pick it and giving him a polite smile before it went out the room to throw the bottle away.

Connor's lips lifted, brows still up. "This truly is an outstanding achievement, Doctor (Y/N). Not many can have a creative mind such as yours and actually put action towards their ideas. Nor could they possibly have such mental strength either."

"I—" your hand fell from his arm, warmth following it and you turned your head to the side. "Thank you, Connor. I. . . I don't know what to say." Your face turned back towards him, head tucked into your chest. He observed your cheeks were colored all of a sudden. Were you flustered? He was merely stating facts to you, there's no need for embarrassment.

His creator is certainly the best. Connor's lips curved more and your lips parted at the sight.

You stood up, moving towards a table across from their side of the bed, back towards him as you looked at your laptop. Connor's lips fell.

Why did you get up?

"You never got the chance to answer my question, Connor. What happened to that deviant you were talking about earlier?" You questioned, tone back to polite.

It seems you will continue the formal charade for Amanda after all.

His LED turned yellow for a moment, his frown deepening before he smoothed it to his neutral expression as he explained to you about the bird hoarding deviant's fate, you typing away upon your laptop as he began to fiddle with his coin. As well as adding the exact reaction Anderson had when he left them on that ledge for his mission.

I can not fail. I can not.

Right when he explained that however, your body whirled to him, face set.

"He did what?" Your expression soon turned into a hard scowl, and you sauntered towards him. Causing Connor to stop moving around his coin.

You were. . . heavily displeased to put it lightly.

Your hands went back to his shoulders, face inches apart from his own.