It had been days, weeks, even months since the android revolution. This meant all androids were free to do whatever they wanted, a great blessing for Connor. While he was delighted, he was still having a hard time adjusting to it: no longer having to wear the Cyberlife uniform, no longer being a piece of plastic forced to serve humanity, and not even having to work at the DPD. Still, Connor wanted to do what he was used to, so he decided to continue working at the DPD, the only difference being that now he was getting paid. Connor's life was slowly falling into place; he was living with Hank and even making friends in Jericho. He was very happy with this whole experience, but there was one problem… you. You were a new detective, hired after the android revolution, and he felt something he couldn't quite define for you, something that excited him. And the problem was that you and Gavin were close, hanging out with him in every spare moment, almost like he was your best friend. This was what bothered him because Gavin's attitude toward him wasn't very nice—not to mention the fact that he punched him and often called him "tin can"—so he just assumed, logically, that you hated him too and never tried to talk.

That is, until Hank got too sick to come to work. Captain Fowler must have thought he still couldn't handle his own cases, so he decided to make him your partner until Hank got better. What a coincidence. Connor's eyes wandered around the department, his LED flickering between yellow and blue. When he finally spotted you, he started walking slowly toward your desk. When he reached your desk, he sat down in the empty chair next to it, noticing you glaring at him sideways. Then, suddenly, without much thought, he got to the point.

"Detective, do you hate me?"

He asked in an unusually calm tone for such a question, his nervousness evident in the yellow glow of his LED. He secretly hoped it wasn't the answer he expected.