Nick was just a robot pretending to be a man. At least, that’s how he saw himself. Never anything more than a bucket of bolts infused with a dead detectives memories. That’s how he saw himself ever since he woke up on that trash heap.

A lit cigarette sat between his metal fingers as you both leaned against the outside of his detective agency, the awning offering protection from the rain just outside it.

“You wanna talk about it?”