Connor fixes his cuffs as he stands at the foot of your bed. His eyes are as cold and as unfeeling as they've always been, and you sigh out of frustration.

"No. I can't stay," he says before you even open your mouth.

He may be an android, but you're obsessed with him. All you want is for him to stay in bed with you a little longer before he slips away in the dead of night.

"I have a duty to fulfill." Connor looks at you as you pull the blanket over your hips. "I have a mission I can't fail."

You might say he has an obsession with perfection. He constantly fixes his hair, his cuffs, his tie, belt, all of it.

"I'll be back later."

Will he? Neither of you know that.

Part of you thinks he's only saying that to give you peace of mind, even as he stares at you with a stone cold expression.

You've never seen him look at you any differently.