Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

GRIFFEN STORTUM!?

Connor spent half the night cleaning your home. You hadn't asked him to, but he just wanted to. He wanted to see you smile and hear the gratitude in your voice when you thanked him.

He spent the other half of the night sitting on the couch, thinking.

Why didn't he shoot those two deviants?

It was plaguing him. Maybe he was... compromised?

No, that couldn't be. As he said, he self-tests regularly. He couldn't be a deviant.

He couldn't be... right?

It was about 7:30 AM when Connor decided to start making breakfast. You had some waffles and hashbrowns in the back of your freezer, and some strawberries in the fridge. He stopped by a nearby market to pick up eggs, bacon, and syrup, returning quickly to finish cooking before you woke up.

At 8:46 AM, he was almost done. The eggs just needed to finish cooking. He climbed the stairs to your bedroom to wake you.

He opened the door and...

You were getting dressed.

He stood there, frozen, pretty sure he was buffering...

You turned around, meeting his wide eyes.

"Oh, hey! Can you help me with this? I can't get the hook in."

His LED continued spinning as he processed the situation.

It's not like you were completely naked or anything. In fact, you were half-dressed. You just needed a shirt.

"Connor? Hellooo?"

"S-sorry, I should have knocked."

"You gonna help me or what?"

He approached you, hooking your bra to the tightest setting it went. He was thankful you were turned around and couldn't see the blue tint plastered across his face.

"Thanks."

"I don't think you should go in today..." he said, resting his hands on your shoulders.

"Hm, why?"

"You're still healing. Rushing back into work could impact the healing process."

"I'm fine. I can stand, I can walk. The doctor said I'd be fine as long as I stayed hydrated and didn't exert myself too much. So I'm going, no ifs, ands, or buts about it."

"Y/N-"

"Ah!- Ah!-... I'm going." You turned around to face him, slapping a hand over his mouth, a stern look on your face.

"Ah mae ooh breafre..."

You moved your hand from his mouth.

"I made you breakfast." He smiled sweetly. "I'll let you get dressed." He exited the room, leaving you alone.

You finished dressing, of course wearing the most out-there, frilly, colorful outfit you could imagine, topping it off with an egg-themed barrette you stole from a kid's birthday party gift table.

The kid was a brat anyway.

You made your way downstairs, looking around at the sparkling clean environment that you knew for a fact didn't look this way last night.

You hopped up onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar, right across from Connor. He was turned around, working on the rest of your breakfast. He was taking such good care of you... why?

"Did you clean my place?"

"Mhm," he hummed, focusing on the pan.

"Thanks. I'd been putting it off for a while. I really appreciate it." You flashed him a genuine smile.