"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be left alone anymore." You spoke up as you chopped away on the cutting board. "I'm well behaved." Connor responded jokingly as he helped you prepare dinner. "I'm being serious here, yesterday could've ended badly easily." Unlike him, you weren't joking. "It was just a one time thing, a slip up." Connor argued. "If it happened once, it can happen again. I'm just being realistic, Connor." Connor sighed at you. "You worry too much, it won't happen again, really." Connor was really stubborn when he wanted to be. "I'd rather worry too much than not at all. I think it's best if you're not left alone, so you're always near someone who knows how to handle your episodes when they come around." You voiced your thoughts aloud while keeping a calm tone, his stubbornness could get on your nerves and you didn't want this to turn into a fight. "I'm not being babysat." He refused the idea as soon as it came out of your mouth. "I never said it was babysitting." You rebutted his refusal. "People would have to take time out of their day and I'd be in their way." Connor continued. "I really don't know why you have this strong idea that you're a burden to everyone but you're not." You sighed at him.
"It's not that I am, it's that I don't want to be." Connor corrected you. "Okay, but there's still a difference between asking for help and being a burden." Connor couldn't argue with that, though it would be a lie to say that changed his view on the idea. "All I'm proposing is that instead of being home alone, maybe just hang out at the church so there's always someone around, we could always also ask Hank." Your options were limited thanks to your small group of friends. Connor sighed, he knew you had a point "The only person at the church that I'm comfortable around is Markus, if you haven't noticed I suck at being social." Connor gave you a little desperate smile as he laughed dryly.
You smiled "Yes, everyone can see from ten miles away that your socially awkward as hell. But they all love you, so you don't have to worry about that." Connor laughed. "You think knowing that will stop me? You underestimate my overthinking powers." Connor joked, you laughed. "Fine fine, don't think I don't notice you trying to change the subject. We'll talk about it later." Connor pouted at you but agreed. "It'll be nice seeing Hank outside of work." Connor said.
Hank was coming over for dinner, which was why you were both cooking. "Yeah, it'll be nice seeing him without a dead body in the room." You laughed. You looked up from the cutting board "Hey do you- ow! Shit!" You suddenly yelped as you cut yourself with the knife you had foolishly looked away from. "Dumbass." You cursed at yourself. "Are you okay?" You had startled Connor and he was worriedly hovering around you not knowing what was wrong. "Yeah, yeah, just got myself with the knife." You reassured him as you stopped clutching your hand and watched as the cut healed shut in a matter of seconds. You sighed at yourself as you washed your hands from the therium your wound had left behind. "The idiot is perfectly fine." You smiled as you showed Connor your hands that were now fine.
He shook his head at you. "You've lost knife privileges." He told you. "Darn, how will I ever take over the world without my trusty weapon." You laughed. "... Dork." Was all Connor responded with. You gasped dramatically as you switched jobs. "Understandable." You said earning you a huff from Connor. You hummed to yourself as you worked on whatever the heck the reader has chosen. Five minutes passed and Connor started giggling to himself, he seemed very amused. "What?" You looked up from what you were doing. "I've lost knife privileges." He continued to giggle. "Jeez, are you okay?" You sighed at both of your incompetence to use a simple knife as you looked at Connors hand, it healed up just like yours did and he washed his hands just as you'd done. "Yup, it doesn't hurt....." He stopped and thought hard about what he just said. "Deviants don't feel pain." He said. "Uh-huh." You agreed with him. "But you do." He continued. "Hmm, I suppose I do. Never really thought about it." You shrugged your shoulders, you'd overthink it later, not right now.
"Do you know why?" Connor asked. "No clue, maybe it's a model thing, though I dunno why an android that can feel pain would be made." You gave the most simple idea you had, not focusing much.
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You all sat at the table and ate dinner peacefully. "Since when could you cook?" Hank asked. "We actually sacrificed a virgin to our lord and savior: Satan, and he provided the meal." You responded with sarcasm. "Outstanding." Hank chuckled.
"How has everything been?" Hank asked Connor, referring to his U.R. It was something none of you discussed during work. "It's fine." Connor said, you stared at him silently letting Hank know that what he said was bullshit. "What's going on?" Hank turned to you, Connor sighed silently to himself.
"I don't think it's safe for him to be left alone anymore." You told Hank, you'd let Connor explain what he was comfortable with. "Oh... Well you can always come over or I could come over here if ya want." Hank offered. "Thank you lieutenant, but no. I can handle myself." Connor still refused. You rolled your eyes at him, which Hank laughed at. "Jesus Christ, you two are like an old married couple." Hank pointed out. Even though you weren't bickering verbally, he could feel the underlying agitation coming from both of you. You just laughed drying "sorry." You sheepishly apologized, being stuck with two people that have tension between them is never fun and you felt bad that Hank had been put in that position.
The rest of dinner was much better and light hearted. You talked about trivial things and everything was pleasant and after that even though you never asked him, Hank had made a point to come over as often as possible, even though Connor hated the idea of being under supervision, he liked spending time with Hank so he let it slide.
Your usual routine turned into movie nights or game nights amongst the three of you, and any other nights Connor and you were at the church where you'd work on the program and Connor slowly made the effort to grow closer with the rest of your small friend group.
But peace never lasts long it seems, chaos is always waiting around the Corner.
"(Y/n), don't stay up too late." Connor told you as he peered down at you from upstairs. "I'll be up in a minute." You looked over your shoulder and smiled up at him. He smiled back at you and disappeared from your line of sight. You turned back to the papers you had spread out on the counter bills, work, God knows what else. Not even a minute later you decided you'd get it done tomorrow and headed up stairs.
Before you entered the bedroom you could see Connor was sat up in bed fiddling with his fingers, waiting for you. You laughed as you walked in and crawled into bed "Miss me?" You asked with a wide smile as you crawled on top of him and looked up at him. "Yes." He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you. It felt so nice to just lay there with him, it didn't take long to fall asleep.
"(Y/n)" someone called. "(Y/n)!" They shouted aggressively. You quickly walked to the woman that called to you so angrily. "Yes, ma'am?" You asked. "Go grab me another coffee." She shoved an empty cup into your hands and shooed you away.
You made your way to the kitchen and started brewing the coffee when you heard the familiar sounds of a child's footsteps pattering behind you, it was followed with a thud, a surprised gasp and another thud. You spun around to face one of the younger children on the floor who was still processing what had happened before they started crying. "Are you okay? What hurts?" You asked soothingly as you crouched down in front of them. The small child was sobbing too hard to get words out but they put their hand on their leg. "Ah, you hit your leg? Here, let me see." You rolled up their pajama bottoms to see they had hit their shin hard enough on the table to make it bleed and it had already started bruising. "That looks painful. Come on, let go clean you up." You smiled at them softly as you picked them up and carried them on your hip, as their sobs calmed down they rested their head on your shoulder.
You brought them to the bathroom and they sat on the counter as you grabbed what you needed. "This is going to sting, but it'll make it better. Okay?" You said before cleaning the child's wound with an alcohol wipe. They let out a small hiss but didn't cry.
As you put a bandaid over the small wound, you heard more footsteps, these were much heavier, faster, and had the distinct clack of heels. "Where the hell is the coffee I asked for for?" The same woman from before demanded an answer from you. "I'm sorry ma'am. One of the young one injured themselves." You informed her. You turned to the child and knelt down "Now, you head on back to bed." You told them "water." Was all they responded back with. "Okay, water then bed." You smiled at them only to be yanked back to your feet by the back of your collar like a dog being held by its scruff. "You were told to make coffee." This woman didn't seem to like the fact she wasn't the center of your attention. "My most important task is to take care of the children, ma'am." You responded, she seemed to hate your words but before either of you said anything else "I'll get water for the kid." Michael said as he pearled around the door frame. The woman let go of your collar and you straightened it before heading back to the coffee you had left unattended.
You awoke in your dark room with a sigh. "What a bitch." You mumbled to yourself as you rubbed your eyes. You rolled over and tried your best to go back to sleep.
That's it......that's just my vibe