Dechart: Become Connor

Emily 10

He's... is he deviant? Why did it never click before! He helped lead and win the android revolution! I'm sure that wasn't his mission! I face palm and groan. I'm such an idiot. He went deviant for me! I put the note down and open the door to see he's just sitting on the steps. It's pouring rain and he's soaked thoroughly.

"Connor, what are you doing?" He jumps to stand and faces me swiftly.

"Emily! I- I was just waiting here until you came outside tomorrow." He answers sheepishly. His emotions are so obvious now.

"Come inside! You're soaking wet!" I cry out. He calmly walks inside, but I stop him before he steps on the carpet. "Take off your shoes!" I demand.

"Right." He slips his soaked shoes off to reveal that his socks aren't in a better condition.

"And your socks!" I add. He nods and removes those too. "Jesus, Connor! Why were you outside?" I shout and rush to get a towel.

"You were upset. I figured you needed time alone. That I made you upset." He answers. I begin to dry his hair and face.

"No! I wasn't upset!" I yell at him and unbutton his shirt. I try to conceal my heating face as his torso reveals itself again. I pull off his shirt and pause. What about his pants?

"Do you have pants I can change into?" He asks awkwardly. I take his hand and guide him to my room, pulling out a pair of navy blue men's basketball shorts from one of my drawers. For my stay-in comfy days.

"Here." He takes it and leaves to the bathroom so I go to collect his socks, shirt, and shoes, moving them all to the dryer. I leave the shoes by the back door and turn to see Connor. "Jesus!"

"No, my name is Connor." He corrects.

"I know!" I snatch the wet pants from his hand before realizing it's joined by boxerbriefs. He wears underwear. Why? Does he...? Why? I toss them with the rest of his wet clothes and walk quickly to my room. My face feels unbearably hot and I crawl under the covers on my bed to hide the horrible blush.

"Do you want me to wait in the living room?" He asks.

"Just come lay down!" I call to him. In mere seconds I feel the bed dip and a warm body next to me.

"Is something wrong detective?" I hear concern in his voice.

"Why do you wear underwear?" I question cautiously.

"I wear underwear to provide extra protection for my gen-"

"You have a dick?!" I pop out from the blanket to look at him. My eyes are wide and my jaw is dropped.

"By that I infer you mean penis, and yes. I am meant to represent a male human."

"Does it... is it functional?" I ask awkwardly.

"I do believe so. Why?" He lays on his side to face me, his twinkling brown eyes just all that closer. I didn't think it was possible but my face heats up even more.

"Uhhhh... J-just... wondering!" I'm really good at on the spot lying.

"I can tell when you're lying, Emily. Why are you lying?" I quickly get up and grab a shirt and run to the bathroom, changing into Hanks shirt again and returning to the bed. I need to test something. He gets visibly uncomfortable with the change of clothes. "Why do you like wearing his shirt so much?" He questions.

"Why is it a problem?" I counter.

"I just... didn't think you liked him like that." He answers shyly, turning away and laying on his back again.