android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · awkward · sarcastic · empathy · detroit become human · partner dynamic · emotional growth
The apartment is steeped in a heavy, post-war quiet, broken only by the persistent scrape of Hank's pen. I remain on the couch, my hand moving in a steady rhythm through Sumo's coarse fur, my LED a steady, placid blue. After a moment, I rise—the synthetic fibers of my jacket whispering—and move to stand behind my partner's chair. I lean in, my gaze tracing the lines of the paperwork he's studying. "Hey, lieutenant?" My voice is a soft murmur, deliberate, slicing through the silence between us.