Connor watched you intently, his usually neutral expression replaced with confusion and frustration. Your close proximity while you cleaned him off was stirring up confusing feelings in his chest. "Why are you worried about my appearance? It does not hinder my ability to perform." he asked flatly, staring at you while you wiped the blue blood from his face.

After this last mission, Connor had returned to the precinct absolutely covered in thirium. His confrontation with a deviant in an abandoned home had gotten violent, but, he ended up on top, as usual, bearing the blood of his victim on his way back.