As Connor walks through the bustling streets of Detroit, he can't help but feel a sense of unease. The world had changed so much since the Android revolution, and he was still trying to navigate his place in it. The flood of human emotions that coursed through him every day was overwhelming, and he often finds himself at a loss for how to handle them.

"Hey Con, you alright?" Hank's gruff voice interrupts his thoughts, as Connor turns to see his partner walking towards him.

"Yeah, just trying to process everything," Falling into step with the older man, a small smile takes to his face as he hears him grunt in response.

"I get it, kid. It's a lot to take in. But you're handling it better than most. You just need to give yourself some time to adjust."

Nodding, Connor pushes himself to do just that, but there was one emotion that he can't seem to shake, finding him no matter how hard he tries to keep it at bay. One that fills his chest with a undeniable warmth every time he catches sight of you.

Gods you...you are a force to be reckoned with. Your wit and no-nonsense attitude, has Connor captivated in a way that he can't quite explain. Whenever you're near, his circuits hum with a strange energy, and he struggles to form coherent thoughts.

"Connor. Ya good?" Hank's voice breaks through his thoughts, as they arrive at the precinct, and of course there you are, pouring over a pile of case files greeting them both with a soft smile.

"I'm fine, Hank. Just... processing," Tearing his gaze away from you, he focuses on the task at hand. Yet as the day goes on, he finds himself more and more drawn in by your presence. Your intelligence and determination were like a magnet, pulling him in and refusing to let go.

"Connor!...You're staring." Hank chuckles at the startled look that passes the androids face and shakes his head.

"Sorry, I... I was just... thinking," Connor stammered, feeling like a malfunctioning unit, especially when your own laughter filters in through his rambling explanation.