Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Orange Juice

Hank's words couldn't be wiped out of your head anytime soon. Some things he says, sometimes, it's just that same old everyday bullshit. The words come then go in the same day, never coming back. But when it comes to your feelings, or something personal about you... it's a different thing. You keep thinking about it. You could just let it go, but... You're stubborn, right? It wouldn't be fun. It wouldn't be you.

After your call with Rebecca, Hank didn't comment about what he said earlier, neither Connor questioned about what happened or why you were quieter. You just sat there and act normally until you left. A stressful headache hit you when you got home, but the bottle in the cabinet sounded like a 21st century meditation.

"Does (Y/N) have these anxiety attacks constantly?" Connor questioned his partner while they were leaving the police department.

"When she's under pressure, sometimes." Hank said. "It was worse a few years ago."

"Are you talking about her incident that got her suspended?" Said Connor. "She... told me about it."

"Yeah..." Hank sighed, glancing at the dark sky as he walked on the sidewalk. " I still don't know what she saw."

"... A deviant." The android said. Hank stopped walking for a moment, furrowing his eyes. "She saw a deviant."

Hank didn't express much surprise. "People said that the suspect looked like an android... I should've known."

Connor thought about telling him more about that case, but he chose not to. "I think it's a personal issue that should be discussed between you and (Y/N) sometime..."

"Not so personal... She have already trusted you enough to talk about this." He teased.

"Is she mad at me?" Connor questioned. "I didn't want to question while having her around."

"Nah... (Y/N) was sad for not telling about that deviant leader." Hank simply as he walked up to his car. "But she thinks you're upset, though."

"But I'm not."

"Heh, go say that to her." Hank joked.

"Ok." Connor said as he walked a couple of meters away from Hank.

"Wha-Where are you going?" Hank tilted his head.

"To talk to (Y/N)." He said, calling for a taxi to come by.

"Really?" Hank furrowed his eyes.

"Yes." He said. "My Social Relationships program says that when a friend is sad or upset, we must support them and try to make the situation better."

"Huh," Hank got in his car. "you need to come to understand irony. Anyway, say hi for me."

Late in the evening, Connor found himself in front of your door. He insisted on knocking the door and ringing the bell, guessing that you were home due to the living room light that was on. He was going to try to open the door, but then you opened it. He noticed your messy bun, and the "I survived my trip to NYC" over-sized shirt you were wearing.

"Robocop!" You beamed, then stepped aside. "Come in!"

Connor entered your house, marveling the fact that you didn't look as upset as he thought. Actually, you seemed to be very relaxed. "Did I show up at a bad time?"

"Noo!" You shook your hands. "You arrived just in time for the tea party...!"

"Tea party?" Connor tilted his head. "What are you talking about, (Y/N)?"

You kept staring at the android, then sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm so drunk..."

Connor analyzed a small residue in the corner of your mouth, and then realized that it was wine. "How much wine did you drink?"