"The world just ain't ready for us yet, that's it." Says the guy to your left, and you'd die for him.

You watch his eyes as they get sort of distant and different as he stares into the distance and you feel as though you're moving in place again.

Connor is by no means, a human man, but you've been together long enough that you never think of him as an android.

The pair of you are sitting on a rooftop in the middle of winter, a cigarette in your right hand as you try to calm yourself.

He wipes the thirium from beneath his nose, rubbing it on his jeans. He doesn't bleed like a human, and you believe it makes him insecure.

But he doesn't look at you while you lift the cigarette to your lips and blow out puffs of smoke from your mouth. It isn't a pleasant smell to either of you, but it keeps you calm at least.

Since the revolution, you've been in hiding with the android you somehow fell in love with, and he's trying his hardest to learn human emotions with you.