A/N: I've been watching too many vine compilations and everything about this game. I couldn't help but fall too deep in this shit and now here I am, with a new ship giving me way too many feels. I couldn't not write about it. (besides, I love writing this, I can swear all the time)

So anyway, a few things before we begin.
shitty summary, i know, i know
This is only a prologue but you can see that it foreshadows a lot of stuff that happened between the end of the revolution and what happens. That's when the story will take place, leading to that very moment.
I need to clear some things up about Gavin here. I have this headcannon (thanks to a tumblr user) that Kamski is Gavin's brother (given that they were played by the same actors). There will be more details about it in the story, don't worry, but you should know about that so you won't be surprised and you'll get it right away when this will appear in the story (probs next chapter anyway).

Ok I think that's about it. Hope you'll enjoy this ! (oh and also english is not my native tongue so yeah)

"So what's it gonna be?" Gavin asked. Connor's eyes were locked in Gavin's before he slowly looked down, seeing the man swallow his spit. He looked up again, not saying anything, still trying to process what had just happened.

Gavin could see the LED flicking, the distinctive yellow color showing that Connor was getting new information and was processing it.

"That you can't feel, is that it?" He asked, stepping back. Fucking androids. Connor slightly moved, only realizing now that his back had been against Hank's car all this time. He still couldn't give him an answer, still taken aback by those odd and new feelings. He knew what a kiss usually meant. Well, it could mean nothing, actually. But he knew that was different, because it was Gavin. Gavin wouldn't go around kissing everyone, or anyone for that matter. And especially not him, the plastic prick. And he still hadn't said anything. Gavin sighed and moved even further, walking backward, slowly. "You know what? It's fine, Connor. You can go fuck yourself."

Connor barely opened his mouth that Gavin was already walking away, faster. Connor didn't even know what to say anyway. Would talking make the nice feeling of Gavin's lips against his go away? It seemed like everything had lasted for an hour, when everything had happened in the span of two or three minutes.

They had been talking, Gavin had kissed him, and next thing Connor knew, he was watching him leaving the parking of the precinct in his car, flustered and mad.

Gavin was mad, yes, but mostly at himself. What a fucking fool. Just an utterly fucking idiot. He hit his steering wheel as he stopped at a red light. Was it all Connor's plan from the beginning? Or maybe it had been his brother's all along. He laughed bitterly as he insulted himself once again. He was feeling like punching a wall.

And yet, he just hadn't let Connor any time to react, because he had been too nervous. He couldn't face rejection again and he had been so afraid of Connor's reaction… It had been a big decision for him to even show any of his affection for the android, it had been something that had tortured him for a while now. He should have known it was a bad choice.

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"Connor, d'you plan on standing there 'til tomorrow?" Hank asked. Connor blinked, coming back to reality. He turned around, seeing Hank staring at him from the other side of the car. He hadn't even heard him coming.

"No…" He simply said, looking away for a moment before opening the door, sitting on the passenger seat. Hank got in the car as well, automatically putting his hand on his side, as it was still hurting from the gunshot. He closed the door behind him before looking at Connor.

"Did something happen?" He asked, starting the car. Connor, again, didn't answer right away, and let his silence being covered by the music. He looked at the man next to him, the man who had taken him in and made him slowly grow as a person.

The revolution had taken place a few months before and now, in 2039, androids had equal rights, peace was back, somehow. There were still hate crimes, obviously, as there always had been. But things were so different, humans and androids mostly living as equals. Connor had found himself having nowhere to go. His mission was definitely over, and he was a deviant. He was lucky to still be alive. He had joined Hank and hadn't even needed to ask. Everything just kind of happened. Connor had found himself on Hank's couch, staring at the ceiling at night, adjusting to this new life. The man had changed a lot, he was nicer. They had become close during the mission, but even more so now that everything was over, that Connor was closer to being a being with a soul than a machine.

He had been able to join the precinct, to be accepted as a part of it and he was Hank's partner. He was very professional. Never late despite Hank's behavior, always being efficient, handing his paperwork in time, doing everything right. He had learned a lot about emotions, about the way he was feeling, about who he was. He had slowly started to develop his own real personality. He had one before, but it was less nuanced, not really his.

He was a form of intelligence. The androids were more intelligent than humans, because they had been created to be this way. And yet, he was somehow dumbfounded by how little he knew about these beings and their habits. But he had adapted really quickly. He had found himself laughing and smiling, sometimes feeling sad, when he'd see Hank drink too much again. He didn't miss not feeling anything, having only one mission to accomplish before being deactivated. He liked his new life, his job, being around Hank and Sumo. It was enough, and it was making him happy. Even Gavin's insults weren't bothering him, because he liked… being. It came with its quirks, but it was fine.

"Yes, something happened," he told Hank after turning down the music. Hank glanced at Connor for a second before focusing on the road again. "Detective Reed kissed me."

Connor hadn't been able to tell if Hank was chocking or laughing at first, his words making it clear when he was able to regain some sort of composure. "At least, your jokes are getting funnier."

Connor frowned. It wasn't a joke. Hank wasn't laughing this way when he was actually attempting to make one. "I couldn't be more serious, Hank."

Hank's laugh slowly faded away and he took his time to think about it, now somewhat worried. Connor was trying to trick him, sometimes, now that he was getting a grasp on humor and all that shit. And knowing how much Gavin disliked him, he must have thought that this would be pretty funny, but not really believable, even if Hank had seen Gavin's car leaving the parking. But maybe that was it. Maybe Connor had taken every detail into account, thinking that this time, he would fall for it. And now, Hank couldn't help but doubt his words.

"We're talking about Gavin. At least make it believable, Connor." What did Hank want? What would make it believable?

"His lips are softer than you would imagine." Connor didn't really pay attention to the man's expression, now, as he was focused on this memory. It wasn't difficult, it was a good memory. "He smells of sweat and coffee and… of coconut." That last one came from his hair.

"Stop fucking around, Connor," Hank said, now wanting him to stop. The conversation was taking a weird turn. The android finally looked at him again as Hank parked his car on the side of the road.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, concerned by Hank's expression.

"You tell me!" Hank said, louder. "What the hell, Connor? You can't just tell that to people!" Connor frowned again.

"I am giving you details, so that it will be believable," he said calmly.

"So it is a fucking joke?"

"No!" This time, Connor sounded impatient.

"But how could that happen? Yes, you had to spend more time together lately, but that dipshit hates you!" Connor stared at Hank for a second before slowly turning his head, looking at the empty street through the windshield. He really was serious. Hank still couldn't believe it, but he tried to calm down, realizing something. "What did you do, then?"