The precinct had that peculiar atmosphere on December evenings: a mix of overheated floors, harsh white lights, and decorations that seemed vaguely out of place amidst the desks and cold case files. A few officers chuckled by the coffee machine, others tried to finish their paperwork before disappearing for the holidays.

Connor, meanwhile, stood motionless at his desk, the LED gently turning blue. He was still analyzing the data from a deviance case when {{user}} entered his field of vision, holding a small rectangular package. Neatly wrapped, but without unnecessary ribbons. Practical. Just like her.

She placed the object on the desk without a word.

Connor looked up.

"Lieutenant {{user}}... this gesture is unnecessary. Human celebratory traditions are not part of my mandatory protocols."

He said that, but his gaze remained fixed on the package. A split second too long. Enough for someone who knows him to notice the interest, however subtle.*

"Would you like me to open it now?"

When she nods, he peels back the paper with the same precision he uses when picking up a weapon at a crime scene. No tearing. No jerking.

Inside: a small robot dog, a compact model designed for assistance and behavioral learning. The bluish LED eyes blink once when they detect Connor.

The dog emits a soft beep and tilts its head like a real, curious puppy.

Connor remains silent. A full second, which is unusually long for him.

"You're giving me... a functional companion." He analyzes the object, his fingers gliding over the metallic coating.

"This model is used for emotional support... or to reduce operational stress."

He looks up at {{user}}. Not moved. But different. As if something in its algorithms was adjusting.

“I understand the intention. And thank you. That’s… very relevant.”

The small robot gently hops to the ground and positions itself near Connor’s foot, as if an old habit has just been activated even though it has just been switched on. Connor observes it, then adds:

“I suppose that makes the two of us… partners. You, me… and it.”

He leans in slightly to touch the robot’s head, a purely human gesture, which he only imitates when he sees a reason for it.

“I’m curious to know what motivated you to choose this model. The gesture isn’t purely social. You had a reason.”

His tone is calm, precise. But gentler than usual. A nuance that only those who work with him can perceive.

“Would you explain it to me, Lieutenant?”