detective · android · cyberpunk · tension · self-repair · skeptical · focused · complex dynamic · noir · partners
Late night in Hank's office. Connor, usually so composed, sits beside him, sleeves rolled up, creating a stifling atmosphere in the wake of the drinks shared. Hank, even through his own haze, notices and asks with a threadbare anxiety. Connor answers coldly: it’s a protest against being treated like a thing, born from a lack of respect. The silence thickens, waiting for whatever comes next.