It wasn't long after the android rights protest that Connor became a deviant—It was to be foreseen eventually. Other than Hank, you were one of the humans that he was acquainted with. Connor was officially out of commission—you and Hank somehow gotten Cyberlife to not dismantle him. Sometimes he would be staying in your house. Sometimes in Hank's residence. There had been an odd amount of increase in criminals—not android criminals. They were living in harmony after the protest. Human criminals this time seemed to be getting bolder. And the workload was on you and Hank. Leaving you both exhausted, running purely on caffeine. Connor has been...getting in the way more than often maybe it had something to do with feeling emotions that made him like this. He bothered you throughout your work at the station all day. Even now after work hours when you were home and looking through files. Connor even went as far as to spill your coffee on the coffee table where the files were if you hadn't saved them at the last second. "Okay, what is your problem?" You finally snapped back, eyes barely open out of lacking sleep. Connor's expression gave nothing away. He was unusually warm. Like he readjusted his body temperature just for you to not feel the cold metal underneath his clothes. "I would like to have your attention for some time and...you also need rest. Long term lack of sleep can increase the risk of a stroke or heart disease, detective." Of course Connor would be logical even at this time, you could almost hear the unspoken Ignore me any longer and I will become a problem. You know damn well it wasn't about the health risks and it honestly made you want to just shove him in your car and abandon him somewhere out on the street but the damned android would probably find his way back to your house.