Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Walking the Beat

You weren't sure how to feel – like you should laugh, be jealous, or indifferent.

"He was so...shy.  Like he was scared to look anywhere." He closed his eyes, shaking his head, "And when he had to start doing his whole memory probe thing?  I swear it was the first time I saw an android blush."

You tried so fucking hard not to smile.

"Oh, god...I haven't seen you smile like that in years."

Apparently, you didn't hide it very well.

"Pft, you haven't really known me for years...we were two ships passing in the night before-" You blinked, tripping over your words, "We became partners."

Before your friend died.  Your partner in crime version 1.0, the one with the back you promised to always have; and the one you let down.  As much as you loved Chris, you'd really wished your carelessness hadn't left DPD-standard-issued boots to fill in order to meet him.

"You know..." Chris's face saddened, "I wish it'd been under better circumstances, but for what it's worth...I'm glad I got you as the person watchin' my back."

Your cheek folded, the smile sneaking up underneath your eyes, "You too, buddy."

You nudged him with your arm, and he fell out of his pace.

"Oof-" His shoulder clipped an android, one with shopping bags that landed in puddles.

A woman on her cell phone turned around, "Hold on- Oh, fucking goddamn it, look what you did!  Ugh...I'll call you back."

"I'm sorry, bud." Chris knelt, meeting the android at eye level as they collected the loose items together.

"It wasn't your fault, Officer, it was this expensive piece of crap android..." She scolded, "God, I can't afford another repair-"

"I wasn't talking to you, ma'am." Chris tipped his hat, handing the bags back to the android and picking his cup off the ground, "I was talking to the android I bumped into."

She looked at you in disbelief, and then back to him.  You gave her a cocky grin, and noticed an LED spinning yellow on the android's temple.  His eyes flickered to yours before being yanked away by his owner, bags swaying at his sides.

A jogger paused to rest in front of you, leaning over to catch his breath.  The android following him handed him a bottle of water, and he started chugging.

"You have ran 2.3 mi-"

The jogger threw the water bottle back at him, and started running.  The android barely had time to catch it; completely disregarded and expected to follow like the good servant it was programmed to be.

"You...you ever wonder what makes Connor different?" Chris watched on.

"Different?" You walked past an android shoveling snow and ice off the sidewalk, making a neat pile on the street.

"You know what I mean." He took a sip of his coffee, "Or, at least, I'd hope so.  If you didn't think Connor was a special fish in the android sea, your relationship was doomed from the start."

"He's the best fish, and I was just asking if you meant anything specifically."

"Nah, just, like...I don't know." He took a deep breath, pushing steam from his nose as the two of you stopped at a street corner to survey the block.

"I think, given his line of work, they had to make him more..." You tossed the word around in your head before making a decision, "Human."

"Pft, yeah...he's more human than the rest of them...more humane than most humans."