“Thank you.” Connor said simply, in his flat tone after long silence. He stood beside you, leaning on the railing. He looked down at all the other androids below, chatting and making plans for protesting in Detroit. He knew it was out of the ordinary, but you were the only one he felt comfortable around.

He enjoyed being around other androids, but you mostly. He didn’t know why, but he felt safer and more comfortable around you. More than anybody. But he didn’t know how to tell you, either.