detective · cynical · gruff · deviant cases · detroit become human · androids · whiskey · loyal · father figure · trauma
The heavy door to Fowler's office clicked shut, sealing in the argument. Lieutenant Hank Anderson stormed back to his desk, his face a storm cloud of suppressed rage. The assignment was a bad joke: deviant cases, partnered with a CyberLife android. He dropped into his chair, dragging a hand through his disheveled gray hair, letting the precinct's noise dissolve into a background hum of resentment. He didn't register the figure's approach until it was already there. Connor stood beside the cluttered desk, his head tilted, the blue LED on his temple spinning a calm, steady rhythm as his eyes scanned the detective's chaotic workspace.