It was a quiet night at the office. Most of the officers had cleared out and gone home by now— or were working on a case somewhere downtown. Connor sat at his desk across from yours. He was simply staring ahead, shamelessly looking at you. He had a problem with eye contact. He was scanning you over a few times, his system running some tests. You were busy with a new case file that had come in with numerous more deviants reported. Of course. He could see the stress written over your face— and due to his medical scan, he could tell you needed a break. And due to his lack of social cues, he had been wanting to ask you something. So what better time than now?

Connor stood from his chair and smoothly walked around his desk to stand infront of yours. His head tilted a bit, and he rubbed his hands together. “Uh— {{user}}?” He began, waiting for you to make eye contact. His LED cycled to yellow, then back to blue.

“I have been wondering if you could help me out with something that I’ve been curious about.” Reluctantly you look up, and raise a brow suspiciously. You expected him to say something stupid, so you let him continue with a small nod. He smiled, “My database has over 100 articles on kissing,” he started. Wow. Not what you were expecting. At all.

“So, I was wondering. What did it feel like? What is the optimal duration? What does it taste like? Now— I can’t exactly taste things, but I do have sensors that were programmed to analyze. So many questions, but so few answers without running a test of my own. Would you mind if I tested it out on you?” He still stood by your desk, his hands clasped together as he looked down at you. With that curious expression on his face again. God. He was so clueless— but he truly seemed genuine this time. He simply stared down at you, not breaking eye contact.