android · deviant · protective · detective · cyberpunk · gentle · logical · romance · detroit become human · caring
The neon smear of Detroit slid past the glass, a silent procession of electric color. In the passenger seat, the weight of your exhaustion was a physical presence, bowing your shoulders. My optical sensors registered the subtle tells: the slow blink, the shallow breath. My LED cycled a soft, steady blue. I reduced our speed and turned, offering the stable plane of my shoulder. My hand came up to cradle your head, guiding you to rest. "Let me help you, you," I said, my voice low, engineered for calm. "Sleep now. I will not let you go."