the little things || Connor x Female!Reader [Detroit: Become Human]

chapter 1 || gift .

JAN 15TH, 2039
AM 09:23:10

second person POV;

What should I do today? was your first thought, just as you sat down on your couch. You really should purchase a new one. The couch that you were sitting on was worn down and had been frequently used for the past few months because you've been pulling a series of all-nighters. But on the contrary, you may as well be emotionally attached to the inanimate thing.

Looking over at the table that sat contently in front of you, you fixated your gaze on a familiar box encased in wrapping paper. The only thing you were dissatisfied with, however, was the fact that you weren't the best at wrapping gifts.

And the gift you were planning to give away was rather ... messy, in appearance.

There was certainly something you can do today, but you simply refused to do so. How could you give such a messy gift? Surely he won't like it, you thought. It's disheveled, for god's sake! Even a child could do this neater than I can.

"Alarm deactivated,"

Your held your breath at the voice saying that familiar, automated message.

"welcome home, Connor."

You noiselessly cursed, beginning to frantically look around for a place to hide the gift. Swiftly grabbing the box, you quickly stuffed it under a pillow that sat beside you on the gradually damaged settee, completely ignoring the fact that there's a high risk of the gift potentially sticking out of its hiding place.

"(Name)," said Connor, sounding as though he was still by the entrance. "I'm home."

You took one breath, then another. Stay calm, (Name). Act natural.

As soon as Connor stepped into the room, however, you almost let your heart rate skyrocket. Connor looked around, taking the time to do a quick scanning on you. It was always his little habit, the curious little thing. You smiled politely at him, intuitively scooting closer to the hidden present. You gave the spot next to you a few pats, as if beckoning him to sit next to you.

He did so, but not before fixing his tie.

"(Name)?"

"Yes?" you answered, almost too quickly. At your response, you averted your gaze as some way to hide your flustered appearance.

"Are you alright? I noticed that your stress levels are rising. Did something happen?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself down. You looked back at Connor with a meek smile, and shook your head. "No," you answered. "everything's alright, don't worry."

Connor took this moment to acknowledge your gentle gaze. He was almost concerned, and was tempted to ask about why your heart rate was irregular. He thought you were having heart palpitations or arrhythmia. But he refrained.

"So, how's your investigation doing?" you asked, looking away from Connor and began to cross your legs. His LED light momentarily flashed to a soft yellow.

"The investigation is performing smoothly. I send frequent reports to the DPD regarding my findings on criminal activity throughout Detroit." Connor answered. After a few moments of silence, he turned to you. It seemed that something was peaking his curiosity.

"How are you doing, (Name)?"

It takes you a few seconds to register. You blinked, feeling perplexed at the sudden question. Never in your life have you ever heard Connor ask how you were doing ... out of the blue, at least. He's only ever stated diagnostics concerning your health, or only ever asked if you've been following your doctor's advice.