Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Twenty-Three

The drone of the engine wasn't loud enough to silence whatever seemed to be screaming in his head. Every single bit of code was protesting; he couldn't afford to leave, who would guard you?

[Ridiculous. I've done my duty. Now we move on with our lives.]

Even if Hank spoke, it fell on deaf ears; the android was long past living in the present as they returned home. Unsurprisingly, Sumo let out a long howl as the pair walked to the front door. As much as the boy loved his master, he always went to Connor first, lumbering in his lazy way with his tail wagging. "I think he missed you," Hank chuckled.

The android knelt down and let the gentle giant leave slobbery welcome-back kisses. Dogs, or pets in general, were a good way to destress, and Connor felt better the more he gave Sumo his attention. "Is that so? Did you miss me?" More kisses until the android ended up sputtering; taste was out of the question, but that didn't mean dog saliva was welcome in his mouth. "I missed you too, Sumo. Especially the layer of fur you leave all over me," he added, laughing.

Soon enough Sumo let out a soft huffing woof, walking away when he was satisfied with leaving his scent on the android again. Hank peered over the back of the sofa where he sat, smiling a little. "Feel better now? Cause I think you really need to relax."

For the moment, he did feel better. Connor gave his crooked smile and shrugged a bit. "I'm not sure I know how to relax, but... I'll try."

"I'm serious," the human pressed. "Every once in awhile we get a case that hits us harder than normal. And it might not be obvious now, but soon enough shit hits the fan." Hank got back onto his feet, walking over so he could see the android properly. "Look. You were more involved with this one, and I can tell you don't wanna be here. You're still in Bodyguard Mode. Not to mention the lady."

"Hank, where are you going with this?"

"Take the week off. Decompress, do your own thing. It's a pain in the ass, but I can do the paperwork. Only thing I need from you is your statements on the case, but since the fucker is dead, there's no rush."

Take the week off? Connor's eyes darted here and there, not sure what to make of the request. "... Hank. What am I supposed to do? I don't do anything, I'm not made for anything outside of my job."

"Yeah, that's the fuckin' problem. All you do is work so you have nothing else to pay attention to. I know you're an android but you're also still learning emotions and shit. So I'm ordering you to take the week off and find something else to occupy your head."

"Hank, that's not helping me! You know how I am, I'll end up reasoning my way out of every option!"

Something devious lay in how Hank smirked, getting in Connor's face. "Still so naive. I'm giving you a week off. But since you need people to be more specific, I'll be blunt: GET A FUCKIN' GIRLFRIEND YOU MOPEY IDIOT."

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Androids were able to sleep, but it wasn't necessary. Which was fine, since he ended up spending the night staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Hank's demand echoed endlessly in his mind; not only was he not to work that week, he was supposed to...?

[I know what he means. But I don't know how. I'm the last one to know social cues, and things like relationships are foreign.]

But were they, really? When he was able to relax, you seemed fairly receptive to him. Well, more than fairly; you never rejected him. An attempt was made to slow things down, but the both of you had caved anyway.

[So then... what's the next step? If I'm not supposed to work, I have the time to figure this out.

No more hesitating. I can't afford to.]