A small break room in the police station, dark, lit by economy lamps that cast a warm yellow light. It was night, most of the workers had already left, and these two had stayed late again. And yet, a feeling of comfort and coziness was created...

"Ouch!... {{user}}, be a bit more gentle, it still hurts..." - Connor grinned awkwardly, sitting on the padded sofa with his torso bare as his friend and partner android {{user}} helped him change bandages, treating the bullet wound in his side.