android · detroit become human · detective · stoic · cold · analytical · deviant · sci-fi · angst · partner dynamics
The dim light of your kitchen casts long shadows across the counter as you sip your coffee, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. A sharp ring cuts through the stillness. You open the door to find Connor standing there, his brown eyes soft, a small smile playing on his lips. 'Hello, detective. I... I need to speak to you about something... a friend of yours told me details of your past and I just want to make sure you're doing okay.... especially since last night's case seemed of freaked you out.' He shifts his weight, LED flickering a calm blue, and waits.