Connor X Reader (Trigger warning: rape, violence, and suicide mention)

Part 2

[TRIGGER WARNING: flashback, rape mention, death mention]

-knock knock knock-

Perfect automated rapping came from your door. You pulled on a cardigan and approached the door,

"Hello Detective."

"Hello, (y/n), may I come in? I brought coffee."

He gave you a bright smile and a wink. Your cheeks warmed,

"Of course, thank you." 

You stepped aside for him to enter. He placed the coffee down on the coffee table and took a seat on the sofa opposite of the one you sat. His perfect posture was astonishing,

"Your home is lovely."

"Thank you."

You smiled and took a sip of your beverage. Your eyes widened, 

"How'd you know my usual drink!"

He seemed pleased with himself,

"I asked." he put simply.

You chose not to question how he know what coffee shop you go to. You cradled the cup your hands, it was warm and comforting. You wanted to avoid the main purpose of the visit for a bit longer and Connor was good company so you decided to ask him something, 

"So um, do you like being a detective?" 

Connor's LED flashed yellow as he paused for a moment.

"I've- I've never really thought of it, it is just something I was programmed to do. I am just fulfilling my purpose."

"That is a very intriguing question though, I must ask you, are you truly curious or are you just stalling?"

He didn't seem angry in the slightest, but you were embarrassed nevertheless.

"Both honestly." 

You half chuckled despite not finding humor in it at all. He smiled understandingly,

"That's fine, I'm not here to make you uncomfortable. We'll take as much time as you need. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" 

You shook your head. He surprised you by how caring he was, 

"No, I, it's just difficult. I want to tell you but I just don't want to relive it." 

He nodded and looked you with sympathetic eyes. He made you feel safe. 

"So," 

You took a sharp breath as your heart swelled. You couldn't avoid this, it's the only reason he's here,

"Where should I start?"

He made eye contact and leaned forward slightly to convey he was ready to listen,

"We can start at when you met the suspect, try to recall who you were with, where you were, and their behavior."

You solemnly turned your gaze to Connor's hands that were clasped together. It took a moment to collect your thoughts, your chest was tightening. You could feel a stress fever coming on just by thinking of it. 

"I was with T-Trevor."

"Your father's household android?" Connor intervened. 

"Yes."

Tears began to prick as you thought of him. You had always thought of him as your friend, ever since your father bought him when you were 17. He was so bright and cheery, and his blonde hair shined bright in the sun whenever you both would take care of the garden together. It wasn't something he was programmed to do but you both enjoyed it. Seeing his lifeless blue eyes was so heart wrenching, you wanted him so badly to pop back up and say he was okay.