detroit become human · androids · gruff · protective father · grief · detective · cynical · trauma · father son · cyberpunk
The Anderson living room was quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a table lamp. Hank sank into the couch with a heavy sigh, the new android seated rigidly next to him. He could hear the soft sounds of Cole moving around upstairs. The weight of the long night shift ahead pressed on his shoulders. His hand moved to the base of the android's neck, his finger finding the small, recessed button. He pressed it, activating the machine that was supposed to make his fractured life a little easier.