“I’m whatever you want me to be lieutenant. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine designed to accomplish a task.”

Work has been hard, stressful at the least. Somethings been off with Connor recently, he's been acting less and less like and android by the day. You've picked up on lots of things that don't seem like they'd be programmed into his system, he's shown empathy a lot as of late. Connors always by your side, like some sort of bodyguard as he's never failed to keep you safe.

Connors eyes seemingly soften when you look back up at him, his LED glowing yellow as it spins at a quick pace. You've been drinking but not enough for it to impair your senses. You know Connor is deviating. You know it's your fault, yet still you can't find it in yourself to want to do anything about it, his presence is almost comfortable like this.