D:BH Conner x Human Reader

Coding and Genetics

You felt something warm beside you, you smiled to yourself, not opening your eyes. You mumbled to yourself, "Mornin'"

"Good morning (Y/n)."

Your eyes shot wide open and you turned to see Connor, fully dressed with a bit of bed head hair. And his neutral expression as though there was nothing odd about this position.

"You seem to be conflicted and confused. Are you alright?"

"What happened that you're-" You thought back on how his literal arms were around your waist, essentially spooning you. So you ripped them off of your torso in embarrassment.

"Why were you holding me?"

"Last night you had trouble falling asleep. I helped you settle down again and get into bed. I didn't change my position since you did not wake up in the middle of the night again. Nor did you show any signs of negative dreaming proceeding inside of your head."

"Very technical. Please don't do that again."

"I'll try to find another way to help you during the nighttime."

You were blushing from the embarrassing thoughts running through your head. "Thanks."

"You're welcome (Y/n)."

You groaned and rubbed your face to wake yourself up more. Then you pulled yourself up and out of the covers. As much as you've missed them, you'll just have to face the facts, you woke up, and Connor will most likely not let you go back into bed again.

"So... work?"

"You should take care of yourself first and I'll start up breakfast."

You turned to face him, "You know how to make breakfast?"

His LED turned yellow for a moment, as though he was thinking, "I'll talk with Hank and order some breakfast, Cyberlife's bill."

Strange...

I got ready before Hank was even up, and prepared for the day. Then Connor went to wake him up once you were cleaned up and you walked over to the kitchen and walked over to the photo, and gun... and alcohol.

You shivered but pushed your thoughts aside as you walked over to the photo of a little boy. You picked up the photo and looked over to Hank, alone at his home with an adorable older dog.

Things started to click in for you. Why he seemed to be so down, even though he seemed like an okay person when communicating with you. He's broken. He's has had to face the unimaginable.

You placed the photo down and walk over to the refrigerator and reheat some pizza again and place down two plates of two pizzas on each plate.

~

I watched as Hank asked (Y/n) questions.

"Hank, you're asking the wrong questions."

"Kid, you shouldn't call me that."

"I like it though. The name fits you."

"Lieutenant Anderson."

"Alright, Lieutenant Anderson." (Y/n) smiled and leaned back.

Gavin snickered, "Guess that babysitting thing didn't help out that much."

I turn to Gavin for a second, but at this point in time, I don't bother with his unhelpful thinking.

"Alright then, what should I be asking?"

"You've seen me, what do you think I will answer to?"

I took a step forward, I could feel that Hank was close.