(Not) Alive - Machine | Detroit Become Human [finished]

11000 - Discussion

After a few days, it seemed that Connor no longer wanted to return to the warehouse, preferring to stay at Hank's.  And the latter very quickly got used to his new roommate. A sort of routine had set in during these few days.  Angie spent most of her lunch breaks and evenings at Hank's house, looking for a solution to the android's memory problems and seeing how things turned out for him.

The improvement was clearly visible, he was no longer aggressive or suspicious of them and he even went out regularly;  rarely alone and only to take the dog to the park, but it was a noticeable improvement that showed he wasn't so scared of the world around him anymore.

The only thing Angie regretted was that he still hadn't told them what had happened to him.  She didn't dare ask him about it anymore, but at the same time she was dying to know what had happened.  She was afraid he wouldn't be able to move on if he kept this to himself.  Maybe she should take him to see someone, a psychologist, but there were few who received androids.

Also, if a person abusing androids was still in the wild, it was their job to stop him.  Hank was more or less subtly trying to extract information from Connor about this.  But he pretended not to understand.

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One evening, when Angie came back to her apartment, she immediately noticed that her door was slightly ajar.  She held her breath, had she been burglarized?  And was the thief still inside?  She drew her service weapon as a precaution, pointing it at the ground.  She slowly pushed the door aside and walked into her entrance, a dim light was coming from the kitchen, there was someone there!

- Police !  Put your hands...

The end of her sentence died on her lips when she recognized the intruder.

- Hey, easy with your toy!  You could hurt someone!

- Bryan!  Angie sighed, putting her gun away.  What are you doing here ?  You could have closed the door!

- Oh I mustn't have engaged it correctly, sorry, did I scare you?  He asked as he approached.

Angie huffed as her anxiety subsided.

- I took you for a burglar.

- Ouch, next time I'll think about closing the door better.  I almost ended up with a bullet in the head, the young man said with a grimace.

- Don't talk nonsense, I hadn't even removed the safety catch.

She closed the door, checking that it was properly locked, threw her jacket on the sofa, put her gun away in the drawer, then joined Bryan in the kitchen where he had returned hastily because a saucepan was overflowing.  She climbed onto a stool to watch what he was doing.

- What are you cooking?

- Spaghetti with bolognese sauce.

- Hmm ... And you see clear enough with these spotlights?

- No, but I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere.

- It was successful, commented the young woman sarcastically.

- Since you don't have time to come and taste my cooking at my place, Bryan continued, ignoring her intervention, I came to cook you a nice meal at home.

This time she smiled at him.  Wasn't she lucky to have such a caring man in her life?  She sighed.

- I'm sorry, you'll end up believing that I'm deliberately trying to avoid you.

- Of course not.

She watched him expertly grilled onions in a skillet, before adding diced tomato and carrots.  After a few minutes, he brought a wooden spoon to his lips to taste its sauce and then added a little salt to it.