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By Your Side

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     You'd been up late last night, working on leftover documents that needed finishing last minute for the next day.

     It was an exhausting and long day at the station. Nothing really happened, apart from Gavin pushing your buttons - to the point where you wanted nothing more than to take one of the stacks of papers on your desk and shove it so far down his throat he'd be shitting crumpled paper balls for weeks - and you dozing off at your desk only to be scared awake by someone yelling in anger from dying in a game on their work computer instead of actually getting important shit done, or some dickbag throwing those stupid fucking paper balls at your head for shits and giggles that nobody else found very humourous. *Ahem* - Gavin. Again.

     You slammed the car door shut, earning a yell from Hank.

     "Hey, watch it! I get that you're tired and pissed - I mean, I'm always tired and pissed - but it doesn't mean you can break my shit, kid."

     You huffed an amused breath, side-eyeing the man through his rolled-down driver window.

     You'd requested for him to pick you up on the way to the station and drop you off at your house today because you'd be too tired not to crash and ruin someone's day due to leftover work that had been the catalyst to your excessive fatigue and moodiness.

     You turned back toward your house, tiredly approaching it with your key in one hand and satchel gripped haphazardly in the other.

     You heard hushed voices from Hank's car but you were currently too braindead to be able to decipher even one word. Too brain dead to care.

     You pushed your key into the lock and turned it, unlocking the door and walking inside, letting it slowly shut behind you. You tossed the key onto the small stand by the door and dropped your satchel by the couch before you let your thighs hit the armrest and your upper body plopped down onto the soft cushions. Your calves hung off the end of the couch but you didn't give a single shit.

     Too tired, don't care.

     Fuck everyone, fuck everything.

     You heard the front door open and the sound of a car driving off, but you didn't move because you knew who'd decided to stay.

     "Hmy Cmnnmr..." your muffled almost-dead voice faintly said, and Connor seemed to understand what you'd said.

     Connor noticed the awkward position with half your legs hanging off the edge of the couch and found it quite funny, but said nothing about it.

     "Hello, Y/N," he greeted with his signature friendly voice, crouching down in front of the couch and placing a hand on your shoulder, "You should get some sleep if you're this tired."

     A loud but muffled and "done with life" groan rumbled through the couch, and Connor almost chuckled.

     "I'm tired as shit but I don't wanna sleep," you mumbled, raising yourself onto your elbows and rubbing your face with your hands.

     Connor tilted his head, rubbing your shoulder.

     You dropped your hands onto the couch cushion, peering at him with tired, delirious eyes that seemed to be filled with fondness for the kind-hearted droid rubbing tender circles on your shoulder.