Human Emotion

La Vie En Rose

Song: La Vie En Rose, Edith Piaf

Connor had realized he really had no concept of time; yes, he knew exact time down to microseconds, but how long was time, really?

He realized this when (Y/N) said he'd been working at the precinct again for a long while.

1 year, 7 months, 18 days, 3 hours, 16 minutes, 52 seconds...

That was considered a long time, to his lover at least.

Lover.

The word surrounded him, and for the first time, he truly knew how to define it in his own words.

Lover, to him, meant warmth, sitting up all night to early workless mornings watching movies or talking, reading and cuddling with the windows open while it rained, hugging when it was cold or unpleasant emotions were evoked. Lover was Him, and He was beautiful.

They went on dates, despite the cockeyed looks (Y/N) would get for being with an Android, they were always good. The two never had arguments, very few and far between. Any fights the two of them had would end in apology and a loving night. Every time this happened, Connor's relationship status with you grew, and now it was telling him "Soulmate".

That was ridiculous, he thought. He'd need a soul to have a soulmate, and he was man-made. Things man-made, artificial, couldn't have souls,right?

If you think about it, people are man made as well.

Connor's eyes widened slightly and he thought about it. Then that would make humans just as artificial as he was, they just had more... biology .

He got a tap to his jaw and looked up.

Why are you even worried about having a soul, Connor? It's never bothered you before, and this sort of existentialism is going to your first big breakdown, he said jokingly.

"I'm confused by my data results," he said lowly, still in thought.

Well, what are they?

He stilled, "You'll think it's odd, especially if I can't find a way to come to some sort of conclusion as to why it'd even in the slighte-"

He stopped when (Y/N) covered his mouth with a hand, an easy smile over his face, It's okay, Connor. Just tell me.

Connor nodded, "When I looked at my relationship status' because I was confused where Hank's dog, Sumo, and I stood because he bit me the other day, our relationship said 'Soulmates'. I know there's got to be something wrong, a malfunction but I scanned myself and there wasn't-"

His lover hit his chest and kissed him after, cupping both sides of his face. Connor lifted his hands and steadily put them on (Y/N)'s hips. He loved the way the hip bones of his partner were so simple and intricate at the same time; how they curved and dipped.

They pulled from each other, and the last thing Connor expected was to see (Y/N) laughing.

"What- what's wrong? What did I do?"

He laughed, Nothing, nothing. Connor, not knowing if you have a soul is part of being human, and seeing someone as your soulmate means... you don't wanna let go to them, that the two of you belong together in an intricate and overly-detailed way.

"But I've... always thought that? In some way or another."

He shakes his head, Not just that. Not just the numbers and anylitics. It's about loving the person and understanding you are receiving just as much love as you are putting out to the person. It's truly loving someone, that makes you confused, makes you think you have a soul when all you've ever thought was the world was science and nothing more extravagant. It's wanting to grow old with a person.