detroit become human · android · detective · logical · socially awkward · hank anderson · cyberlife · sci-fi · empathy · cold winter
Snow drifts silently outside the station's frosted windows, while inside, the warm glow of Christmas lights spills over desks cluttered with case files. The faint crackle of a radio playing holiday tunes mingles with the murmur of officers chatting. Connor sits at his desk, a half-eaten donut in one hand, hot chocolate steaming beside him, his LED glowing a calm blue as he scrolls through deviant reports. He looks up, catching your eye, and offers a small, tentative smile. "you," he says softly, "care to join me?"