Detroit: Rebirth

A heavy yawn split Gavin's face as he leaned back in his chair at the precinct. His fingers lifted off his keyboard and stretched into the air behind him.

"You should go home and get some sleep," Nines recommended from where he was perched on Gavin's desk with a tablet in hand.

"Not tired," Gavin claimed.

A muscle in Nines' jaw twitched and he looked up from his tablet. "You've yawned three times in the past minute, and you've already consumed four times the recommended daily limit of caffeine... in the last two hours."

"So?"

"Frequent yawning is a sign of exhaustion, and humans consume coffee either for an energy boost or for the taste of the beverage. After a year of listening to your complaints, I know you hate how bitter the breakroom coffee is."

Gavin yawned again, shrugged, then returned his hands to his keyboard and resumed typing. "So, I want a boost. Doesn't mean I'm tired."

Nines sighed and set down his tablet. "Gavin," he began as he slid off the desk and moved behind his partner's chair. "You need to rest."

Gavin snorted. "I think you should know by now that isn't something I do."

"Not needing sleep and struggling to get sleep are two very different things, Gavin."

"Fun fact about humans, Nines. When we don't sleep, we learn how to function just fine without it. And trust me; I've had plenty of practice."

Nines stared in discontent, then leaned over Gavin's shoulder and tapped the escape key on the detective's keyboard. The document on Gavin's screen closed and the computer returned to its home screen.

Gavin whirled around in his chair to face Nines. "What the fuck was that?"

"Stop working and go home."

"Why don't you?"

"I don't need rest."

"Neither do I."

"Yes, you do."

Gavin stuck up his middle finger and shoved it in Nines' face, then turned back to his computer. Nines caught his chair mid-turn and stopped it.

"Gavin, please, go home."

"For the last time, Nines, I'm fine," Gavin insisted in a warning tone. He tried spinning his chair out of Nines' grip, but the android held fast. The chair didn't budge.

"You've done enough, Gavin. Go home. I'll finish the reports and send them to Fowler by the time you get back." Nines reached toward Gavin's face with his free hand and traced a finger over the impossibly deep purple shadows under Gavin's eyes. They somehow managed to darken with each passing day. "Please."

Gavin slapped Nines' hand off his face. "No, Nines. It's my work, I can get it done. I'm fine," he growled, his anger beginning to boil over. "And don't even think about scanning me again."

"It's our work. We are both responsible for getting it done, and you've already completed more than your share. Leave the rest to me."

"Yeah, it's our work, which is why I'm not dumping it on you just because I'm stuck in a meat sack that wants to fall into a coma for six hours."