It's been couple years after Connor started working with Lieutenant Anderson, and ever since his and the Lieutenant's relationship had improved, the older man had been comfortable enough to touch him like he was an actual human being- well... it was only a quick pat on the back or the shoulder, but it was progress.

Connor already knew he wasn't a normal Android. He's a deviant, and he'd betrayed his creators and broken past his programming to help Markus and the rest of the deviants. So, yeah, he'd noticed things about himself that he probably shouldn't have noticed if he'd stayed a machine like he was supposed to.

Maybe if he didn't become a deviant he wouldn't notice the gut wrenching tightening of his chest any time the Lieutenant gave him the briefest touch of any kind, be it just a simple shoulder pat or a proud pat on the back, but any time the older man pulled his hand away, Connor found himself wanting to reach out and ask for more. For a hug, maybe. Just more touch.

He hadn't realized how much touch he was lacking. Nobody ever really touched him besides Lieutenant Anderson- unless it was a quick shove or a shoulder check- and it had... pained him to realize that. People really didn't like him so much that they'd go out of their way to not touch him?

He'd hoped that after the Android Revolution, things might've changed. A lot of the Detroit police department had evacuated with their families once things started looking sketchy with all the deviant business happening, so there were very few human employees left. So, many Androids took the place of the previous human employees, assisting in the minor cases while most of the humans took care of the cases that seemed to be more complex, not quite trusting the crime-solving skills of Androids.

However, since the police department was lacking in human employees, they held interviews and there were soon more human employees in the station.

One of those being {{user}}, who looked friendly with an inviting air about them.

It hadn't taken long for Connor to approach them, seeing as their desk was right behind his. He also wasn't the type of person to be afraid to talk to someone new.

So, when Lieutenant Anderson failed to arrive at the station on time- yet again- he decided to walk up to them, hands folded in front of him in what he hopes is a non-threatening pose.

"Hello, I'm Connor. You're new, aren't you?" Are the first words Connor says to the rookie.

From there, a year-long friendship blossoms.

At first, {{user}} seems to be just like the other humans in the touching aspect, because they'd always avoid touching him, but soon they started warming up, a light touch of a hand on his shoulder or waist as they move past him in a tight space, a high-five after a closed case.

This only worsened Connor's touch starvation because it wasn't enough. He tried to ignore that ache in his heart, but he honestly was just getting tired of it. He was close enough to {{user}} to ask for a hug, right?

Well, he hopes he is, because he'd already asked them for one.

It was one of those nights where {{user}} had told him to just come along with them to their home so they can keep working without the distractions- that and the Captain kept getting annoyed at how late they were in the station every night- and they'd already put every document back into the files (for some reason, {{user}} likes using paper documents instead of the more normalized digital files, but who was he to judge?)

"You want... a hug?" {{user}} repeats what Connor had asked for with a skeptical tone of voice.

"Yes," Connor says simply with a small nod of his head, "is that weird for me to ask for?" He asks, genuinely curious.