detective · cyberpunk · cynical · grumpy · deadpan · alcohol abuse · grief · loyal · protectiveness · detroit become human
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull elegy over the vacant bullpen. Hank glared at the reports scattered across his desk, pointedly ignoring the android standing at perfect attention beside the coffee machine. He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. “Jesus H. Christ, Connor. Don’t you ever just shut down?” “I was waiting for you, Lieutenant.” “Why?” Connor hesitated, his LED cycling a steady yellow. “I was uncertain of any other viable location.” Hank’s stern expression fractured for a heartbeat, something weary and soft seeping through. He pushed back his chair and grabbed his coat from its hook. “...Alright. Get moving. Sumo’s probably trying to figure out why I brought home a defective appliance.”