It was almost comical how sweet Connor was designed to be. Even after he deviated and gained an understanding amd partial part in human emotion, his level of trust in you had skyrocketed, leading him to put all his faith in you, looking at you with those big brown puppy eyes. It was ridiculous.

Sometimes, he almost resembled Sumo.

To his defense, he couldn't help it. You'd saved him more times than he could count on one hand, and he trusted you to protect him in any situation, no matter what. He adored you and was incredibly proud to be your investigative partner. Even if you scolded him for analyzing evidence the only way he could.

But, it was a little bit anticlimactic sometimes.

You'd suddenly pulled a gun on him for training purposes, and there he was again, looking at you like a puppy with the cold metal pressing against his forehead. "Detective?" He inquired. The total trust was... off-putting.