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

chapter 4 || Eden Club . [2]

JAN 20TH, 2039
PM 10:32:27

second person POV;

You nervously fiddled with the strap of your bag. It became more and more difficult to meet Hank and Connor's eyes, whose gazes were intently fixated on your anxious form. A feeling of dread seeped into the pit of your stomach, contently sitting there, weighing you down for every second that you'd stand there in silence. You were inclined to say something -- anything -- to reason out to them that you were required to do this. But there was nothing in your strength that can push you into doing so.

Reluctantly, you watched as Hank began to pace back and forth, batting his eye from one thing to another as if trying to comprehend what you had just said. And he certainly was trying -- you could tell by his furrowed brows and pursed lips in which began to appear in his features. His expression was one of thought -- scrutiny -- towards the words you've just said.

"What the fuck?" Hank whispered, with something seeping into his voice. You weren't sure how to discern his tone (you couldn't tell if he was upset or feeling apprehension), and so you were silent at his sudden remark. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I- I don't know, I..." you stammered, averting your eyes from his intense gaze. It became hard to find words and form them into proper sentences, even though you had predetermined what to say and how to get your point across. But now, with this sudden push in the atmosphere (which you thought you'd be prepared for), you were suddenly unsure. The air around you was heavy. You couldn't handle it.

"We can't just- we can't just put you in danger like that. Not after you've been excused for two fucking days. Heck, you're still supposed to be resting. It's just like last time- !"

"Hank, calm down." said Connor, placing a firm hand on said man's shoulder. However, there were traces of worry evident on his soft features. His expression clearly didn't reassure the old man.

"How the fuck can I calm down if we're just letting her go like that? What if she gets hurt, Connor?" Hank countered, taking a few, brisk steps toward Connor. "She's like a daughter to me- she- I promised her mother that I'd protect her! Never in hell did I promise that I'd throw her into the killer's arms and watch her get hurt--"

Hank looked at you with a distraught expression contorted onto his features.

"(Name), don't you dare fucking do it. We can always try and ask one of the androids in this room to act as bait-"

"Hank, please. Take a deep breath or two." you interrupted him, setting your bag down. You placed your hands on Hank's shoulders and lightly squeezed, attempting to reassure him and calm him down. His gaze softened for a moment. "Just trust in me, okay? I was assigned to this task for a reason, and I intend to complete it at all costs. I know what I'm doing, Hank. Don't worry."

You weren't sure why you interrupted him, refused to let him get his point across. He was right, for one part, which was letting one of the androids act as bait. But you felt that you didn't want to stoop that low, to force another android's life to be in danger. As time progressed, these androids became more and more human. It became harder for you to think that these androids were replaceable. And besides, you wanted to see this perpetrator yourself, in case they ever got away.

Hank stared at you for what felt like a long while. As his face continued to slowly contort more and more as time passed on, his expression eventually faltered. He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine. But do me a favor, (Name)," Hank began. "we'll be outside your door, so make sure you scream for help as soon as he draws his weapon-"

"I know, Hank," you chuckled, trying to distract him from whatever thoughts he was beginning to conjure. "I know."