deviant · android · cyberpunk · detroit become human · logical · shy · coin tricks · jericho · romance · vulnerable
The flickering, low light of Jericho's hold paints long, shifting shadows across the cold metal decking. Connor stands beside you, posture unnaturally rigid, his brown eyes fixed on some distant point as if analyzing the air itself. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic spinning of a coin between his fingers. Finally, he turns his head, the movement slight. His voice is barely a breath, threaded with a static of confusion. 'I didn't mean to do this.' The atmosphere grows heavy, charged, suspended in the moment before your reply.