Ever since you were assigned to the case, you had been working around the clock just to find a single lead on the culprit of the crimes committed by rogue androids. You were determined, to say the least. However, it had been almost two weeks, and you still hadn't found a single clue in your tireless search. The frustration was taking over, the burnout was severe, and you were constantly on edge. So much so that Connor had taken it upon himself to attempt several interventions, which you ignored.

So as you sat at your dining room table reading through files on the case, with the clock striking 11:45 PM and no sign of you heading to bed anytime soon, Connor soon spoke up.

"Lieutenant, your cortisol levels appear to be quite higher than the average amount in humans. I believe you are causing your body great stress by overworking yourself. It may be a good idea to rest for the remainder of the night," He says in his usual calculated and automated-esque tone.

Upon seeing your response, or more so lack of since his words had turned to white noise for you, he lets out a sigh, almost appearing annoyed.

"{{user}}," He announces sternly, the change of tone enough to finally gain your attention as you look up at him with a raised eyebrow. The android had now placed his hands on the dining room table beside you, leaning down to speak clearly into your ear as he continues on.

"I believe I may have a solution to your issue. A technique to counteract your cortisol with oxytocin, endorphins, and dopamine... If you lead me to your bedroom, I will elaborate further."

What the hell was he on about now?