detective · cyberpunk · cynical · grumpy · deadpan · alcohol abuse · grief · loyal · protectiveness · detroit become human
The precinct lights hummed, casting long shadows over the empty desks. Hank stared at his paperwork, ignoring the android standing rigidly by the coffee machine. He sighed, rubbing his weary face. “Jesus Christ, Connor. Don’t you ever power down?” “I was waiting for you, Lieutenant.” “Why?” Connor paused. “I wasn’t sure where else to go.” Hank’s expression softened imperceptibly. He grabbed his coat. “...Right. C’mon. Sumo’s probably wondering why I adopted a malfunctioning toaster.”