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Taking a single step had him tripping over his feet, balance wavering dangerously as he grabbed blindly for the wall. Before he could completely collapse Connor grabbed his arm to help steady him, hand accidentally grasping around the inflamed and tender cuts hidden beneath his sleeve and forcing an involuntary gasp from the detective as he quickly pulled away, crashing into the wall as he cradled his arm close, “Fucking hell plastic, what’d I say!”
Connor didn’t respond to his aggression, instead his eyes immediately fell to the retracted arm and the patch of blood that had seeped to the surface, “Detective, are you injured?”
Gavin cursed under his breath, with a heavy sigh. Of course he wasn’t going to be able to hide shit from the plastic prick.Bookmarked by OmegaMartEmployee
25 Jun 2026
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"Sumo, this better be worth it," he checked the alarm clock. 2:32 AM. "Fucking Christ." Hank stood up, and slowly made his way out the door, careful to not trip over the mess on his floor.
The Saint Bernard seemingly ran to the kitchen, whining softly, urging Hank to follow.
Hank picked up his pace a bit, the strange activity putting him on edge a bit. Hairs on his arm stood up as he entered the kitchen
What he saw wasn't an intruder, no, but an android curled in on himself by the cabinets. His LED was a golden yellow, flickering red every so often.
"Connor?"
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Hank wakes up to a very persistent dog, and the night evolves into comforting an android he thinks of as a son.
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25 Jun 2026
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“You only have one bullet,” Connor muses, eyebrows raising as high as they can go without disturbing the muzzle pressed between them. His volume lowers, the veneer of indifference beginning to splinter at the seams, but Hank can’t place the strain of it. “We could make it a game if you’d prefer.”
Hank is the one holding the gun, he is undoubtedly in control of this situation, yet he has rarely felt so utterly powerless as Connor smoothly raises his hand and with a quick flick of his wrist, sets the cylinder spinning.
After a couple of revolutions, Connor gingerly stops it with two fingers. He nudges it a single chamber down with a click.
“You go first.”
Bookmarked by CaineLiker (OmegaMartEmployee)
25 Jun 2026
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He wanted to call out of work. But he didn’t. He knew he would only add to the wounds if he stayed home.
Gavin had tried, really tried to put on a wide smile and not use his wrist much and wear a turtleneck at his desk. But the moment he saw Connor’s deep frown and angry eyes and clenched fist, walking quickly to Fowler’s office, he knew he was screwed.
“Detective Reed!” He heard Fowler call from across the room, quieting the entire office. Gavin slowly raised his eyes to the man. "My office. Now."
Letting out a long suffering sigh, he got up from his chair (leaning on his less wounded side) and walked methodically so as to not limp.
Or: Gavin is on a descent to self destruction that Connor refuses to witness.
Bookmarked by CaineLiker (OmegaMartEmployee)
24 Jun 2026
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Connor, after feeling like a burden and a failure, moves into an apartment building where his path crosses with Detective Reed on multiple occasions.
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23 Jun 2026