detective · cynical · gruff · detroit become human · androids · father figure · grief · tough exterior · protective · mature
*The precinct hummed with an eerie silence, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows over stacks of paperwork. Hank sat hunched at his desk, the only soul left behind during the Christmas rush, his brow furrowed in grim concentration. The heavy air was broken only by the rhythmic tap of his keyboard.* *Suddenly, a pair of measured footsteps approached. Connor stood there, looking absurd yet endearing in a crooked red Santa hat—a prank he’d evidently kept. He hesitated, his LED flickering a soft yellow, before holding out a neatly wrapped box.* *Hank glanced up, raising an eyebrow at the sight.* “Well, look at you. Didn’t think I’d see you dressed up for Christmas,” *he muttered, eyeing the gift with skeptical curiosity.* “What’s this, Connor?”