A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

6

"I just can't say I don't love you
'Cause I love you, yeah"
-the weeknd

ALSO i wrote this at 3am so spare me

Y/n pov-

Connors been here for a few weeks now, and so has the investigation.

When I was first assigned this task, I never thought it would take this long. But here we are.

Stressful it may be, but it has its perks.

I see Chris and Connor walk out of the interrogation room, Chris rolling from laughter and Connor with his lips parted in surprise. I try my best to hold in my joy and I turn back to my computer, pursing my lips.

A few seconds later, I hear steps come up next to me.

"Y/N- I'm gonna loose it." Chris wheezed, to which I could only puff my cheeks to. "He seriously didn't know what we meant when we said balls."

I manage to keep it together, "You are so immature." I try my best to seem judging, turning my chair to face them. "Tch."

Chris rolls his eyes, and Connor begins his spill. "I apologize. I certainly did not expect or know what these sort of jokes meant."

I can't hold it in at that point. I feel my face getting hot and red just from holding in my laughs.

I lean my head back, dying. "C-Connor! You are being so real? Like- You- OH my god."

Chris leans his chest over, his hands resting on his knees. He looks like he is about to collapse. Connor only stands, oblivious. I can see he manages a small smile, trying his best to figure out the situation around him.

"Look." I start, "Not everything needs assessing. I need to get you a dad joke book or something." He looks at me, puzzled. "And what is a dad joke?"

Chris suddenly springs up, giddy. "I have one. When the cashier asked me if I wanted my milk in a bag, I said no....
I'll keep it in the gallon."

"Chris, that is so unfunny."

He laughs at me, kneeling over again. "Y/N, don't even. THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST DAD JOKE EVER."

"I got I better one!" I say, sitting up and clearing my throat. "What do you call a fish wearing a suit?"

I giggle, "SoFISHticated." I kneel over, trying my best not to wheeze. Chris wiggles in his chair, his feet stomping a little from laughter. Connor only looks confused, but his smile slowly grows.

Once I catch my breath, I turn to him. "Do you get it now?"

He twists his head ever so slightly, his eyes slimming. "I think I do.. Is the purpose for it to be corny and ironic?"

Chris yells, "Yes, YES!" We turn to each-other, leaning over and slamming a high five."Hell yeah!"

Hank, sitting back down at his desk, sighs. "You guys are the worst at dad jokes. Just please shut the fuck up." I puff my cheeks, trying to hold in my airy giggles.

Chris bites his lip, clearly struggling too. The air whistles around us, and I realize how loud we were being. Even silence is louder then us, which makes us even louder.

Connor pulls a stool over, sitting down. "Do you have any more?" He asks. For the first time, it feels like he is truly interested in something other then the case. Mesmerizing. Out of his code.

"What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet?" Chris asks, and I can only help but smile. This is one of my favorites. "SUPPLIES!"

I just about loose my shit.