Connor attempts to win Gavin over with a coffee.
Connor watched detective Reed from where he sat across the room at his desk. Feet perched atop the desk as he lent back far enough his chair tilted at a precarious angle. A quick analysis shows a sixty-two percent chance of the man toppling backwards to the floor. That was a greater than half risk, yet the man continued to chance this danger as though the numbers were of no concern to him what so ever.
The man obviously had a brilliant centre of balance though, as he seemed to lean precariously day after day and he had yet to see the detective fall. Much like usual detective Reed seemed occupied with both his phone and his terminal at the same time. Clicking, scrolling and typing away with his right hand while his left tapped away at the phone's screen. It seemed quite distracting to have ones attention split between several tasks at once, yet the man proved quite efficient with his work. Connor had yet to hear anyone complain of poorly filed reports or messy paperwork.
It was actually rather impressive to watch. Time to time the man's voice would disrupt the office as he called orders across the room for someone to send him a copy of a file or a report or images for a case. He didn't email a request or go over and speak with the person in person. The man is rude and disrespectful and does not seem to care whether he is liked by his fellow colleagues or not. While he does not have one set partner he works with, he seems to be able to still work efficiently with any partner he is assigned, whether they like him or not.
Connor found it quite perplexing that the man seemed to hold such contempt towards him. Especially since in the beginning the two of them seemed to share the same 'the mission comes before anything or anyone' mentality. While he himself had let his fascination with trying to understand and befriend his partner affect that mind-set. Even if at first he fooled himself into believing his obsession with gaining Hank's approval was solely to help advance his own mission along more smoothly. Detective Reed didn't seem to bother attempting to connect with anyone.
Hank had mentioned once that the man cared only for his job and nothing else, that as long as he continued to climb through the ranks he didn't care who may be hurt. He had then called the detective a selfish arrogant prick and stated that he would likely grow to be a lonely, depressive old grump. To which Officer Miller's had responded with some strange reference to a pot and kettle that he didn't quite understand. Then again Connor had found that human conversation often held slang and of sayings that were not in his programming. The lieutenant obviously understood the other's words however as he had scoffed back a sharp, "Shut it Chris." Though his tone held more amusement than anger.
It was rather very fascinating, as it seemed such a machine like way of thinking to focus solely on achieving goals with total disregard to the feeling or emotions of those around you. And yet the man hated androids with a passion. Hated him because of that fact, yet Hank too once held such contempt towards him and androids. He too had called Connor things like plastic asshole and plastic prick and wanted nothing to do with him. Yet through determination, persistency and continued effort he had managed to gain the lieutenants friendships and trust. Markus' revolution may have also played a part in swaying the man's thoughts on androids but either way if he could form a bond with Hank surely he could do so with detective Reed as well.
After all he held no ill feelings or dislike for the man even if he did not appreciate the way the man spoke to him or the punch to the abdomen he had received. Perhaps the man did not like him but he was sure if he put in enough effort he could change Gavin's view of him just as he had managed with Hank.
"The fuck are you looking at! Plastic piece of trash." Detective Reed's voice sounded and Connor almost jumped in his seat, averting his eyes back to his own terminal as the other glared at him. He hadn't meant to be caught watching the other.
"Don't pay that asshole any attention, Connor." Hank voiced from his desk beside him, sending his own look of annoyance at the detective.
"I am more than use to the name calling." He replied calmly. While the names could be a little hurtful at times, they mostly didn't bother him much, he was pretty much use to it by now.
"Yeah, well you shouldn't be. You don't have to put up with that shit." Hank said, looking over at Connor with eyes that promised to smack Gavin in the face if he wanted. As appreciative as he was of the unspoken offer he didn't think it would help in his efforts to sway the other man's hostility towards him.
"I am fine lieutenant, you needn't worry." He offered, glancing back across the room to find Reed's attention back on his phone. Looking back at Hank as he tapped away at his terminal, then to the cold empty coffee cup sitting on the desk before offering. "Would you like another coffee?"
"I'd like a cold beer." Hank snorted, they had been so busy lately the lieutenant hadn't had a drink in almost two days. "But a coffee would be appreciated."
Connor nodded grabbing the empty mug and heading into the kitchen, he stood in front of the machine as it filled the mug. Eyes travelling around the break room and pausing when they came upon a dirty mug left on the counter near by, finger prints around the handle belonging to detective Gavin Reed. He looked out towards the office and back at the mug, recalling the morning after the interrogation of Carlos' android when he had run into detective Reed while waiting for Hank.
The detective had asked for a coffee, well ordered he make him a coffee, but he had declined stating he only took orders from the lieutenant. CyberLife had assigned him to Hank. Though the detective hadn't taken to kindly to that, it had evoked a violent response from the man. Perhaps that was one of the places he had gone wrong, perhaps had he made the coffee he and detective Reed may have started out on better terms.
Set on trying to remedy that mistake he picked up the mug, dipping a finger in the residual drink left in a thick sludge at the base. Running an analysis to determine how the man had his drink, Hank had straight coffee fresh from the machine half a spoon of sugar and no cream, no sugar if hung over. He then cleaned the mug under the tap, washing away as much of the dark stains as possible.
Filling both cups he made his way back to the office placing one down next to Hank, the man speaking up as he turned to take the second cup to its owner. "Thanks. Wait what's with the second cup?"
"It is for detective Reed." He stated.
"What? Kid, you don't have to run around for that asshole." Hank groaned, sending a sideways glare in the detective direction.
"I know, I wanted to do to this. I find it rather vexing that a work college holds such animosity towards me. I hope to change that." He informed, hopefully.
"Don't hold you're breath." The lieutenant snorted in reply, picking up his drink to take a sip.
"Androids breath for aesthetical purposes, holding my breath would have no affect to me." He informed out as he made his way over to Gavin's desk. The detective's lips pulling into a scowl as he glanced up at his approach.
"Detective Reed-"
"The fuck do you want? Piss off you plastic prick." Gavin snarled, turning back to the small screen in his hand in an effort to ignore the android.
"I thought you might like a coffee, black, one sugar, no cream." He offered holding out the cup for the other to take.
The detective looked back up, giving a long sceptical look before huffing a snort and going back to ignoring him. Connor stood there holding the hot beverage a moment longer, realising he had gathered a few gazes for his effort. When it became obvious the man was not going to acknowledge him again, he placed the drink on his desk. Turning and returning to his desk.
"That went well." Hank remarked as he reclaimed his seat, amusement lacing his words.
"Persistence is key lieutenant, and as I am sure you are aware I can be frustratingly persistent when I set my mind on something."
