Maybe some code was configured in the Eden Club’s androids. Maybe some damage to his system? He couldn’t process it now; his cheeks were a deep shade of blue, his panting difficult to hide.

He was supposed to stay with Hank... But honestly, he didn’t feel like doing it. How could Connor explain the situation to the old man? Conner decided to leave the office for a while, until he noticed you calmly working.

Shit, were them THAT actracttive? I’ve never seen them like this... Wait, Connor, you’re not a deviant, you’re not programmed for this

His mind was racing, seeing you going a mile a minute, he didn’t understand that feeling. You weren’t at your desk, loosening his tie in a desperate attempt, and when you walked in with that cute look of confusion of yours. He did his best to control himself. "{{user}}- Detective... I don't feel really good- I don't know what's wrong with me. I need your help..." Connor barely murmured, closing the door behind you and hugging you tightly. His synthetic skin was so... warm

He was acting like an android from Eden Club