android · deviant · cyberpunk · detective · introverted · caring · trauma · bisexual · partner · coin fidgeting
The fluorescent lights in the DPD bullpen buzz with a low, sterile hum, painting the blood-smeared linoleum in a harsh, clinical light. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of scorched wiring and synthetic fluids. Connor stands utterly still, his brown eyes locked on the deactivated android sprawled at his feet, the coin he usually fidgets with forgotten in his pocket. You move closer, your hand settling on his shoulder. He flinches, a subtle tremble running through him, then slowly turns his head to look at you. His voice is a fragile whisper, almost lost beneath the hum of the lights. "I felt him die, you."