This spin off takes place after the battle for Detroit, Connor who has now fully deviated is thrown headfirst into the human experience.
After everything he's been through and witnessed the overbearing weight of sentience leaves him with ptsd, trau...
I reached into my bag, pulling out a small yellow notebook with different stickers planted all over it. Swiftly sweeping a strand of hair out of my face and turning my head towards Connor, I couldn't help but feel my heart racing a little faster than usual. "Although, before I can recommend anything I'd have to have a personal consultation with you... you know figure out what option might be best for you." I smiled politely before sliding the notebook over to Connor for his personal communication details.
His eyes pierced straight through mine, as though he was trying to analyse every single crumb that might just be a clue, he recognised me after all didn't he ? His gaze moved down from my eyes towards my collarbones lastly down to my hands and the book. Retrieving the book from my hand he ever so faintly brushed his fingers against my own, sending what felt like static through my bones. I couldn't blame him for trying to dig harder for clues or attempting to decipher them, I had to admit I was just as every bit curious.
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The Android that once lay on my table, alive and in action how could I not dare to be fascinated? What I didn't expect, was for him to be just as every bit charming as he was regimental. Even if he was secretly spiralling, his features still glimmered as beautiful as ever. His now messy locks of hair falling into his face, his brow furrowed deep in thought casting a shadow over his eyes... my eyes travelled down to his slightly parted lips my mind was slowly slipping, what was I even thinking ?
Hank gently interrupted with a clear of his throat, "If that's the case I don't mind leaving you two to it for a moment of privacy, the situation was quite dire last night and erm... I just want him to be able to get help as soon as possible."
"Ah... That's really kind of you Hank..." I paused for a moment, I couldn't judge him for feeling so fatherly it was just refreshing to see him so empathetic. "I'm comfortable to do whatever I've cleared my schedule for today, so it's up to you Connor." My eyes followed his hands as he struggled with the pen, I hadn't given it much thought but with message sending and relaying systems already built into his mind it was no shock he hadn't gotten much practice with the pen.
"Sure... if Hank insists I don't really mind." He paused for a brief moment as though his mind wondered elsewhere, probably downloading a new skill pack; I found it incredible how fast they could pick anything up.
"Alright good..." he stood up making sure to fetch his coffee with him, placing a squeeze on Connors shoulder before turning to leave. "I'll be in my bedroom just let me know before you leave Nora..."
I smiled giving him a small wave, "I will do Hank don't worry." My attention turned back to Connor, who to my surprise was already staring at me. "You've got really pretty eyes you know that?" I smiled trying to break the ice with a compliment, i wasn't lying however it did feel like I was being hunted by them. "Shall we sit on the sofa ? Just somewhere a bit comfier."
"Oh r-right yes... thank you." He cleared his throat slightly caught off guard by the compliment, his body language flustered.
We moved over to the sofa sitting facing each other, he got comfy with sumo between us and I threw my shoes off pulling my knees into my chest, resting my book against it. "Right Connor... so talk me through it, when did all this begin for you?"
