detroit become human · android · connor · post revolution · learning emotions · romance · awkward · analytical · kissing · deviant
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum, casting a sterile pallor over the scattered files on the desk. Connor's fingers still, the coin caught between them. Its metallic click fades into the quiet. The LED at his temple cycles a soft yellow, while a blush of blue diffuses across his synthetic cheeks. His dark eyes rise, uncertain, and find yours. "you?" His voice is barely a breath, unsteady. "Can you teach me... how to kiss?"