Holy Shit! The feedback from you guys has been incredible! Honestly I've fallen more and more in love with Connor since I've been writing about him and I'm glad you guys seem to agree! Unfortunately This week I've been struggling with my mental health and have exams so if updates are slow/bad then I am sorry. As always this chapter was BETA'd and heavily edited by my best friend and bro. Thank you for sticking by my side.

You awoke at least 8 hours later, content. You didn't really know where you stood with Connor and knew you needed to have a chat.

You rolled over, the pain in your chest lesser than the day before but still not fun. You outstretched your hand only to be greeted with cold sheets. He was gone. Huh. The action slightly worried you but you remembered how restless he could be, so unlike any other android. So...Human.

Looking at the clock you realised it was coming up to ten am. Bored of being on your back for the past three months you decided enough was enough. Swinging your legs over the bed and pulling out the various wires attached to you (not a good idea you were aware but what are the doctors gonna do? Kill you?) you search drawers next to you for you clothes. There was a simple black jean and white t shirt combo which you were sure connor brought for you when you woke up. Underneath you found a fresh set of underwear and a bra. Oh. The thought of Connor looking through your underwear drawer simultaneously made you blush and giggle. He did have good taste tho.

After getting dressed you decided it was time to actually get up and move. You pushed up from the bed, attempting to put your weight on both your feet. Feeling confident, you attempted to take a step only to feel your legs buckle underneath you and the linoleum floor to be much closer than it was before. Beneath you in fact.

The sound of you crashing to the floor must have been picked up by a sensitive pair of ears as Connor rushed into the room once more to come to your rescue. As always.

"[Y/N] What are you doing?! Why are you out of bed?! You're not ready!" Connor's usual calm, soft, calculated voice was replaced with panic.

"I was boreddd." You lamely replied, trying to regain some dignity.

After Connor helped you back onto the bed you opened your mouth to talk to him about what happened the day before.

"Connor…About last-" Before you could finish your statement Connor interrupted you in a skittish manner.

"I shall inform the nurses that you're awake [Y/N]." And with that he left the room briskly not looking back. Okay. That was weird. Did he regret kissing you? Was it a spur of the moment kind of thing. Oh rA9...You were such an idiot to think that he felt the same. Why would he? He was better in every possible way.

Your mopey thoughts were interrupted by a nurse, followed by the android and Hank who looked almost happy.

"Well then [Y/N], seems like you have already decided that you're fit to be discharged today." The nurse looked you up and down and teased you .

"Nothing can keep them down. Believe me, we've tried. Ain't that right Connor?" Hank joked and nudged Connor to which he looked at the ground and fiddled with his coin.

"You can keep trying, old man." You jested back with Hank, however noticing Connor's strange attitude.

"Well then, I can give you two weeks worth of pain medication but it tends to make takers lethargic so I'd advise having someone with you. Do you have anyone at home to look after you? Parents? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" The nurse regained control of the conversation.

When the word boyfriend slipped past her lips you and Connor made eye contact, giving you hope, only for him to look away to analyse the room.

"Uh...No, not really, I'll be fine though. I'm a big, brave adult." You attempted to flash a grin but the smile never made it to your eyes, something the three other people in the room noticed.

"I'll look after them." An unexpected voice popped up. Connor? What was he doing? The man was literally just ignoring you not two minutes ago!

"Nah it's okay I'll be fi-"

"I do not require sleep and am more skilled than the average human in first aid. I am the most appropriate candidate." Connor cooley responded, no emotion in his voice. Is this what he was like when he first started working with Hank? This wasn't the Connor you fell in love with.

"Well that settles it then." Hank attempted to diffuse the situation, sensing the awkward tension in the room.

"I'll help you pack then you can piss off." The older man smiled at you, trying to comfort you.

After thirty minutes of packing and signing papers allowing you to leave; you and Hank got into his car with Connor driving and you in the front seat. The three of you sat in silence, listening to the rain pummelling the windows, threatening to penetrate the car. You looked out the window, almost in an old style music video moping. Why did you always let yourself get attached. When would you learn?

You phased out until the car stopped. You were at Hank's house and could hear Sumo barking from inside.

"Well I'll see you fuckers later. Look after my best detective Connor." Hank winked at the driver.

"I will complete my mission to the highest standard possible Lieutenant." The curt response seemed to be enough for Hank but cut through you worse than the bullet months prior.

The rest of the car journey was filled with awkward tension until you reached your house.

After pulling up into the parking lot to your apartment complex, you briskly walked into the lobby, partly to get out of the rain, partly to get away from the android behind you.

You entered the lift and pressed the button for the top floor and stood next to him, trying to ignore his presence. He was stood closer to you than would usually be accepted for a coworker or even a friend. You weren't upset anymore. You were mad. He was giving you whiplash with all these changes in personality. For someone who was new to emotions, he certainly knew how to play yours.

The bell rang, signalling you had reached your floor. You stepped out to get your apartment keycard from your wallet, only for Connor to put his hand to the console, showing the white of his android shell, causing the light to flash green and the door to open.

You attempted to step through the door that was held open by the significantly taller man, however his frame occupied most of the space, causing you to have to shuffle through, meaning your chests brushed for a second and you swear you could hear a sharp intake of breath. Interesting.

You threw your bag into the corner and flopped onto your sofa, turning on the TV. Connor was clearly taking in your apartment. It was well furnished and modern thanks to your parent's inheritance. The memory came flooding back and you had to force yourself not to cry. Not when he was here.

"Are you okay [Y/N]?"

Of course he would notice. It was him.

"Yes I'm fine Connor...Not that you'd care." You muttered the last part.

"What was that [Y/N]?" You knew he herd you but couldn't be bothered to fight with him. The painkillers were kicking in and all you wanted to do was take a nap.

You wrapped the throw that was on your sofa around you and pulled it over your head. He can't annoy you if you can't see him. Obviously.

You awoke after a few hours in a different place to where you fell asleep. You looked around and noticed that you were in your bedroom. You sigh, feeling slightly guilty about your mental attack on Connor. But how could he be so caring about carrying you to bed but then be so cold to you? You needed to talk.

You walk out of your bedroom after freshening up in your en suite, needing the extra courage.

"Connor?" You called out to your apartment not knowing where the android was.

"Yes [Y/N]?" His voice came from the kitchen along with the smell of carbonara. Of course he knew your favourite.

"Hey...Can we talk?" You nervously make eye contact with him. Noticing his LED whirring a bright yellow, clearly as nervous as you.

"Er...Yes of course."

The two of you sat together on the longer sofa, further apart than necessary, not that you were complaining.

You take a deep breathe.

"You can't do this to me Connor." You look down at your hands which were fiddling with one of the rips in your jeans.

"What do you mean [Y/N]?" You knew he knew.

"You can't just kiss me and then act like nothing happened Connor...For humans a kiss means something. Something that should only be shared by people who like each other. Please don't play with my emotions like this."

The realisation hit Connor like a tonne of bricks. He never wanted to hurt you. He didn't know why he kissed you. It just felt right. He knew you were attracted to him scientifically. Your heart rate increased when he touched you and your pupils dilated but he never knew it was anything more.

"You like me?" He sounded to unsure of himself. You pitied him but the hurt you were feeling was driving your emotions.

"What do you think Connor?! I jumped in front of a bullet for you, I kissed you and I let you sleep next to me! Do the math, that's what you're good at, right? Is that what I am to you? Just a puzzle?" You could feel the anger rising in you again.

"[Y/N], I-"

"Get out." You interrupted him, the words leaving your mouth before you could think about what you just said.

"[Y/N]" The desperation in his voice as he said your name was heartbreaking.

"No. Just go."

Sensing his defeat Connor slowly got up and made his way to the door. His puppy dog eyes were filled with such pain as you made eye contact.

"I will stay with Hank if you need me. Goodbye."

With that he left the apartment and you were left with your thoughts. What had you done. They poor guy just didn't understand and you took it out on him.

Tears were falling freely from your eyes now as you sobbed. He was bound to hate you now. You were going to have to change your job. You couldn't' work with him anymore. How could you see him every day and not have him.

You wished you had never woken up from that coma.

Connor drove to Hank's house on auto pilot, rain still pouring down on the windows of the car. He rushed out and banged on the front door.

"Hank! Let me in!" Connor's frantic shouts permeated the door and set Sumo off into a fit of barks.

Hank rushed to the door and pulled Connor by the tie through the door.

"What the fuck do you want?" It was clear he had had a few drinks and wasn't happy to be disturbed but after a few seconds of looking at Connor's dishevelled state he sobered up a bit.

"Come sit down kid."

The two men sat on the couch, facing each other.

"Lemme guess, you fucked it up with [Y/N]?"

Connor just stared at the older man and nodded.

"I'm just so confused Hank." This was the most human Hank had ever heard the android, if it wasn't for the LED which was a scarlet red on his temple, you would never have known he wasn't.

He attempted to explain the kiss the night before and the argument not even half an hour prior.

Sighing, Hank took another swig of his beer.

"Do you like them kid, as in wanting to be with them for the good in the bad. Hold them close and stick with them despite their flaws?"

Connor computed this for a few seconds. LED going through its full range of colours in no particular order.

"Yes." The confidence was back in his voice as he raised his head to look at the man before him.

"That's love kid. Now go get them and never let them go. Hold their hand tight and never loosen your grip. Cherish them. Tell them you love them every day. Believe me. You'll never forgive yourself if you don't." The bearded man sniffed in a somber moment.

Connor rushed forward and embraced him and a tight hug.

"Thank you dad."

"It's okay son."

Tears were now flowing from both the men's eyes and Connor knew what he had to do.

He was going to win you back.