31 Free space - Wounds - Connor & Hank (Detroit Become Human)
“Hey Connor ya manage to get the shit?”
“Yes lieutenant.” Connor answered calmly as he adjusted his sleeve to hide the pool of tacky thirium in a section of the fabric. He didn’t want to worry the man with non-life threatening injuries. Connor walked on autopilot as he always did helping the older man unpack the goods he had brought, but clearly in the scuffle he was not as careful as his analyzers had suggested. Hanks neutral smile soon wilted as he picked up an orange stained with a suspicious dark blue splat…
“Connor. Why the fuck is this covered in thirium?” Fuck. Connor could not devise a convincing answer in time so followed his social navigators’ advice to avoid the question.
“Only one point six per cent of the orange’s surface is covered in thirium. For the orange to be considered “covered” it would –“
“Connor stop being a smartass and answer the damn question.” Connor internally cursed at the failure of his plan but also because of the lieutenants’ tone. He wasn’t angry almost concerned. It didn’t make sense as there was a 0.007 chance the wound on his art would be fatal.
“I got caught in an Anti-Android rally. One of the protesters was showing signs of particular hostility to an android. As an android designed for the police I believe it was my duty to intervene. You need not worry the wound is far from fatal.” Connor coolly said his eyes wondering further and further away from the increasing rage Hank displayed as he subconsciously covered his injured arm.
Hank pulled the arm towards him which Connor did not react to out of surprise. He also was surprised as the man managed to locate an android first aid kit, even though he cannot remember seeing an android first-aid kit in his purchases, in record time. Connor deduced it was best to remain silent and allow the man to do his work, Connor felt something funny and warm in his chest as the man wrapped bandages tightly but tenderly around his injury; but likely related to deviant-ism, plus he had to admit the feeling was pleasant.
“What’s the number one rule as a law enforcer?” Hank asked as he looked Connor directly in his eyes
“To protect the innocent.” Connor answered immediately as the handbook came into his mental vision.
“Wrong kid. That may be what some bullshit pamphlet says but the REAL rule is to stay SAFE and come home ALIVE.” Hank scolded even if his tone had no bite.
“But Hank you are aware that Andriods are still a replaceable feature of the police force?” Connor asked as Hank simply shook his head in disagreement.
“Maybe an RK800 but you are not just a model you are CONNOR and if you think he is replaceable to the department. To me?! Then ya need your wired checked kid because that’s the biggest crock o shit that ever came out your shitty nerd mouth.” Connor was taken aback somehow even with the Mans heightened use of vulgar language that sentence still managed to contain 60% more vulgarity than his average sentence patterns suggested.
“Thank you lieutenant.” Connor mumbled as he leaned slightly on the officer who was now running a hand absent-mindedly through his brown locks
“Forget about it kid. Now it’s about time I taught ya about this classic game called Backgammon. NUH-UH! No using fancy research tools to learn it. This is father-son time.”