? ? ? ? ? ????? ? ? |Connor x Reader|Detroit:Become Human|

"Oh, hi Connor! Are you—wait, come in. You're bleeding. Let's fix that up, shall we?"

You accepted him easily into your home at 10 PM, eyes filled with concern as you stared at his abdomen to look at his wound.

You immediately getting to work as you laid him on your guest room bed, a single operating machine in the room to assist you if needed. With a ST200 by your heels, ready to get whatever supplies you would ask for if it needed to leave the room.

Connor arrived after explaining to Hank he would be meeting his creator for repairs, the Lieutenant shrugging off the information. Him muttering that he needs to buy a few drinks at the store anyways, so Connor just called the automatic taxi to take him to your modest home.

It wasn't anything grand, but it was better then most. A two story house with (favorite design) and offhand decorations within. You barely have any furniture within your house, Connor observed, but he has no right to judge on your house decorator side. He is mildly surprised, however, that you hold an android within your house.

You always spoke of how badly humans treated their androids, so he rationalized that attitude as you not believing in having androids as servants. But he was wrong.

That's the only thing I've been doing lately, being wrong, he thought bitterly.

It's of no consequence however, you have your reasons for doing every action that you do. He admittedly questions some(most) of them but he believes that you always determine whatever is best. Connor also believes that you probably thought that you having an android compared to someone else, it'd be best if it was you. You've been kind to all androids within the Tower, as well as outside of it when they used to be on their outings.

You've always been kind.

"So Connor," you stated with a polite smile, standing over him as you carefully took out plate where his abdomen was to reach in for the damages biocomponent. Chloe absent due to her getting items you needed. "How has the investigation been going? Any progress with it? Or just progress with the Lieutenant? I hope he hasn't been too harsh on you because of his past."

"There has. . . been a wall that me and Lieutenant Anderson can't get over. With both the investigation and our partnership." Connor replied, eyes flicking down as your hand carefully moved within him. Always so careful. "Although it appears that the Lieutenant is slowly getting used to my presence, despite everything. He did not exactly appreciate the fact that I left him dangling on a ledge despite him having an 89% survival rate of him lifting himself up when I was chasing a deviant android."

You released a small chuckle, his brown eyes flicking towards your expression to spot your amusement as you were putting in the new biocomponent within his abdomen. Now running tests with your tablet to successfully configurate the component as well as see if it runs smoothly.

"Yes, well. We humans like to be comforted constantly, even though sometimes it appears it shouldn't be needed. We just like to reminded someone has our back, you know? It makes us," you paused for a moment, finger in the air above your tablet, seeming to contemplate on the correct way to explain it to him. For him to understand. But Connor feels like he does.

Connor stared at you, seemingly to attempt to hide your broken expression from him. Trying to hide you were unaffected by his words that he was not alive, that he cannot die. It was silent, and then something moved in him to  release his clean and ironed tie you gave him with his new uniform after the Hostage mission and giving it to you. You blinked and took it, but he already pointedly looked away as he examined your life's work. Impressed by it.