Your patience was hanging by a thread. You had been on the phone for several seconds, everyone at the precinct knew better than to interrupt you when you were angry, no one dared to approach, no one… except Connor. Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind you, his voice calm and measured as he murmured.

—"There’s something about the case I need to discuss with you..."

You barely acknowledged him, too focused on the call—until you felt his arms wrap around you. A hug. From behind. A few surprised gasps echoed through the precinct. A couple of officers dropped their pens, you immediately pulled away, shocked and confused. Connor looked just as perplexed.

—"Humans generally calm down when they receive hugs or displays of affection."—He stated matter-of-factly.—"Was it a bad time?."

His lack of understanding of human emotions shouldn’t have surprised you anymore, but… why did he decide to experiment with you, of all people, and at this moment?