Detroit Become Human One-Shots!

Which Tie to choose?(Made By FortisPuella, FOLLOW THEM!)

"Hank!" called Connor from his bedroom.

"Jesus Christ kid! Not so loud this early." Connor could hear Hank crashing around the kitchen.

"I need your help." Even from the other side of the house, Connor could hear Hank sigh.

"Fine. Just give me ah... hold on a sec." In a few moments, Hank shoved his head in Connor's room.

"What?" Hank drawled out. Connor stood, awkwardly in the middle of the room, holding several ties in his hands. They were a variety of colors and sizes; some were patterned, and some were plain. Connor was shifting each tie in front of his shirt's collar. He studied each one carefully before testing out another.

"Which tie looks best?" Connor asked. Connor's voice was so sincere that Hank almost felt bad as he laughed.

"They'll all look good, just pick one." Connor frowned and continued looking at the ties. Each one was a fine choice, Hank should know. Hank had spent five agonizing hours with Connor, jumping from almost every department store across Detroit. Connor had tried on every suit available until he had finally landed on five almost identical ones, along with a long trench coat. Hank had joked that with a fedora Connor would look like he'd just stepped out of a hardboiled noir. They had spent the most time in the tie section. Connor had studied every single pair, picking each up and examining it. Hank had almost blown a gasket while he waited, fuming silently in the corner. Finally, Connor had finished, holding a vast array of brightly colored assortment. Hank had almost made a rude comment as they went to the checkout line, but before he could Connor had said,

"Sorry to keep you waiting Hank. I've never been able to pick out my own clothes before... and there are so many choices. But I think I've got enough. This has been fun. Thank you." Hank had shut up after that. And now, with Connor standing so earnestly in front of him, Hank could only sigh.

"Look, kid. They all look nice."

"It's important that I look presentable today. I have to pick the perfect one." Hank frowned slightly.

"What does it matter? Everyone's seen you before."

"As a CyberLife Android, Hank. Not as a detective." Hank signed and rubbed the back on his neck.

"Fine. Go with the red one." It was the first tie Connor had picked out. Connor smiled, put the rest down, and carefully put it on. Connor froze for a slight moment. Like most of the Androids, he had removed his LED. Still, Hank could tell when Connor's gears were turning.

"If we want to get to the precinct on time we should leave now." Hank looked down at his watch.

"Oh shit." Hank bolted back to the kitchen. He grabbed his extra-large cup of coffee and started downing it as he shoved his shoes on.

"Get a move on Connor!" shouted Hank.

"I'm already outside." Hank wheeled around. Connor was striding out of the front door, only stopping to pet Sumo on the way out. Hank shoved his way out of the house and practically leapt into the police car. He pulled out of the driveway, a bit too fast, and nearly crashed into the garbage can Connor had set out last night.

Five minutes into the drive, Connor started fidgeting with the edge of his collar, trying to get it to lie down perfectly straight. Hank glanced over.

"Stop it Connor. It looks fine." Connor frowned, but stopped. Two minutes later Connor was inspecting the buttons on his cuff.

"Look, I know your first day back might be... nerve wracking. But it's going to be fine Connor."

"I know Hank. The current success rate of Androids integrating into the work place is 85%. I'll be fine." Hank spared a quick glance from the road at Connor.