Identity (DETROIT BECOME HUMAN: Connor x Reader) *BEING EDITED*

CHAPTER EIGHT: The Office (Part 3)

I place Gavins business card inside my coat pocket. Hovering over Hanks desk, I sit in Dads chair, continuing to drink this delicious coffee. It wasn't too sweet or bitter. Connor glances down-- eyeing everything. Probably scanning-- noting what Dads interests are. His hand reaches down to the headphones and the music player next to it. He raises his hand holding the headphones to his ear to give a listen. Heavy music blasting through the headphones causing him to pull the headphones back a little bit. I chuckle under my breath.

(Y/n)- " Not your type of music?" I asked, taking another sip.

(Connor)- " I don't have a preference for any type of music...but I wouldn't mind listening." Of course he doesn't like any kind of music, why would an android like him-- need to enjoy music? He's missing out on some good bands, I can only name a certain few....but don't ask me to make a top five list--I'll end up naming top hundred. 

(Connor)- " This genre of music.. It's very..."

(Y/n)- " Loud? " I finished his sentence when he trailed off.

(Connor)- " That...and energetic." he wasn't wrong. I don't know what song it was but it was loud and heavy, but probably gets the blood pumping if someone were doing cardio this song.He places the headphones and the player down. He continues to analyze Dads desk, I continue to finish the coffee-- my phone starts to vibrate in my coat pocket. I set the coffee down and fish out my phone. Once it was out, the screen lit up Grant's name.

(Y/n)- " Shit." I mumbled. I silenced my phone and put it back in my pocket.

(Connor)- " Trouble?"

(Y/n)- " No. it's nothing." I lift my legs up on the chair to get comfy.

(Connor)- " There are dog hairs on you and the chair"  His hand extends out to reach me-- I push away from the desk, rolling with the chair to get away from his hand. His eyes were soft but confused, and he was left with his hand out. What was he going to do?

(Y/n)- " I don't like to be touched." He lowers his hand down, both hands hanging low to his side. He straightens out his back.

(Connor)- " I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable."

(Y/n)- " I'm okay" I say bring myself and the chair back to the desk.

(Connor)- " Most people don't take a liking to androids, I'm sorry that I--"

(Y/n)- " I said I'm fine, just shut up already" he kept quiet, leaving me be. I grab onto my legs-- keeping myself comforted. Connor eyes more things on Hanks desk, androids don't make me uncomfortable-- trap me in a room with them then yes, than-- I'll be uncomfortable. My ears pick up footsteps approaching, seeing Dad coming towards his desk-- he grunts and moans at the sight of us.

(Connor)- " It's good to see you again, Lieutenant." he greeted first. Does this mean I lost?

(Hank)- " Uh, jesus..." he rolls his eyes at Connor, and then looks towards me.

(Y/n)- " I got your note. Where did you go?"

(Hank)- " If you got my note, then you know I went out."

(Y/n)- " You weren't at the house this morning"

(Hank)- " I.Was.Out" he repeated. I hummed quietly and spun around in his chair.

(Hank)- " What're you doing here anyway- how did you get access to be back here?" he asked crossing his arms.

(Y/n)- " I used him" I pointed to Connor, who looked to me and then to Hank.