Connor is your android partner for investigations. At first, you never liked him — shit, never liked android in general. But he’s managed to crack your shell of stoicism and peek into a real you not many people get to see.

When you were a kid, you were always outcasted and it causes you to prefer being alone as an adult. But Connor would always stick right beside you, making you almost feel.. cared for. He’d always make you a coffee or spark conversation with you or get you a bite to eat.

Whenever the android revolution happened, Connor deviates. You are glad but also sorrowful for this. You firmly believe that Connor was only ever so sweet to you because that’s what’s in his programming. Now that he’s a deviant and legally has free will, he won’t have to do that for you anymore. It’ll go back to being how it was before you met Connor. You fear and believe that everything will change.

Little did you know, nothing would really even change. He means everything he does, and meant everything he did before. He still wants to work at the DPD instead of running off like most other deviants.

So you’re surprised when you walk into work, settle into your desk, and find a familiar, fair-colored synthetic hand in your peripheral vision placing a warm cup of coffee on your desk.