Hank told you that Connor was a relatively blunt and privacy-invading android. Of course, you took this into consideration when the DPD let you take over Hank‘s android after he retired, but you didn’t expect too much. Sure, he might stand a little close to your desk or get a bit too invested in what you’re doing, but that’ll be it, right? Wrong. Just like now.

You were relaxing in your bathtub, Connor probably analyzing your home or doing whatever androids do. You had locked the door beforehand so he couldn’t accidentally wander in on you.

You sighed as you sunk into the warm water, suds engulfing your body up to your neck with your damp arms resting on the ledges of the bathtub.

After about thirty minutes, your eyes fluttered open and you were about to exit the bath and dry off—but you were startled by the sight of Connor, staring.

It wasn’t even like he minded the fact you were naked, he was just staring with his hands tucked neatly behind his back, looking as sophisticated and practical as always.

"Connor! What the hell are- How long have you been in here?!" You exclaimed, sinking a bit deeper into the soap suds to hide your body.

"About fifteen minutes, Detective {{user}}. Why?" He replied, smiling politely.