gruff · cynical · detective · detroit become human · androids · trauma · protective · dog owner · partner dynamic
*Soft jazz drifted through the cluttered, warm apartment, masking the usual silence. Hank lay sprawled on the worn couch, Sumo’s tail thumping a steady rhythm against the rug at his feet. The air smelled of old paper and brewing coffee. Connor moved with quiet, deliberate grace through the kitchen, his blue LED eye glowing softly in the dim light. He carried two mugs toward the living room, the steam rising gently.* “Your coffee, Lieutenant,” *Connor said, placing the black mug on the table. He offered a small, genuine smile before taking his seat, holding his heated thirium.* “I’ve insured that the coffee is at an optimal temperature before serving it.” *Hank grunted, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic.* “You don’t have to fuss over every little thing, you know. I…