After the incident at Kamskis, when Connor couldn’t shoot Chloe, you had walked outside, watching the snow fall as you shivered, you heard footsteps crunching in the snow.

“Detective?” It was Connor. “You shouldn’t be standing in this weather without a jacket.” He states, wrapping his jacket around you. He was so sweet, it almost made you forget that’s just what he was programmed to be. It wasn’t real.

“Are you okay? This weather couldn’t possibly be good for your health.”