With the peak of summer fast approaching Detroit, sweltering heat was everywhere. Children went outside to play in hoses or lakes or pools. And everyone began donning their coolest, lightest summer clothing, which meant more slightly more revealing things for the women. Samantha had traded in her usual ladies trousers for a pencil skirt and short sleeved button up. She would have preferred something a bit more loose, but she wanted to keep it at least somewhat professional while at work. She walked into the office, hair up and heels clicking; she was fanning herself with a case file.

"They still haven't fixed the damned AC here yet?!" She groaned and joined her partners at their desks where she immediately turned on a small desk fan. She sat, did a quick look around the office to ensure that Gavin was no where in the vicinity, then unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt. Connor found himself staring, one eyebrow raised. Hank kicked him in the shin under the desk and he shot up in surprise, Sam not noticing a thing. His face flushed when he realized what he had been doing and he ducked his head down to conceal his surprise and embarrassment. "Ugh, I'm gonna go get some water from the fridge. You two want any?"

"Fuckin' A."

"Yes, please." Sam stood again and made for the break room. Connor, again, found himself staring as she walked away, the eyebrow up again. She had wide hips that swayed with each step, and a nice round hind quarters. He was mesmerized.

"Jesus Christ, Connor!" Hank kicked him again. "Stop staring at the girl!"

"I—!" He looked surprised again and a new flush came to his face. "I don't know what has come over me! This is not appropriate nor professional…I have to run some diagnostics—"

"No, you don't." Hank sighed. "You just…find her attractive is all. Nothin' wrong with you, kid. She's a pretty girl."

"It's…very confusing, Hank…" Connor looked over to the break room again where he saw Sam bent over, getting cold waters from the bottom shelf of the fridge. He really liked the way her hind end curved. Almost heart-shaped, he noted. Like a peach. "I've uh…never…"

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ, Connor!" Another kick. "I know you think she's attractive, but stop staring! It's fuckin' creepy!"

"Ahh!" The android slapped his hands over his own eyes, LED solid red. "I-I've never felt this b-before. It's…o-odd!"

"Welcome to being a man." Hank grumbled and Samantha returned, setting a water bottle in front of everyone. Connor quickly opened it and drank it all. His processors were overheating and he didn't like the way it was making him feel. Sick to his biocomponents, like he was about to shut down but with some sort of fluttering happening inside of him. He had assumed it was his overheating system that was causing that feeling, and he made a note to analyze and diagnose it later.

"You ok, Connor?" Sam laughed a little at how fast he devoured the water.

"Yes!" He answered a little too quickly and Sam raised a brow at him.

"O…kay." Connor's LED flashed yellow. He was getting a message. From Hank? He looked up at the older man; he was texting.

("Why not just ask her out already? All this shit is pissing me off!")

("Out? Out where? I don't know what's happening or what I'm doing, Hank!")

("Out to a movie, or lunch, or dinner, or FUCK! I don't know! Something! I'm tired of lookin' at you.")

("I don't think that I can, Hank. I…I uh, have to go!") Connor suddenly stood and briskly made his way to the restrooms.

"Connor?" Sam called after him, but he just kept going, disappearing into the bathrooms. "Uh…do…do androids use the bathroom?"

"Ah, fuck. No. I'll go check on him." Hank sighed and stood up, begrudgingly making his way to the restroom door. "Connor." He called before opening the door. "Connor, the fuck are you—" The older man cut himself off as he opened the door and saw the android with his face submerged in a sink full of water. "Jesus Christ, Connor! What the fuck!"

"Hank!" The android quickly pulled his face out and looked over at his partner, hands still braced against the counter. "My…processors were overheating…"

"So you flood the sink and drown yourself in it?!" Hank stepped fully into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"I can't drown, Hank."

"Not the fuckin' point." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why the fuck you doin' that?!"

"I just…I got n-nervous? And I'm…confused? I suppose that is what these emotions are. And…and she's r-really pretty! And I…I just…Ahh!" LED red again, he shoved his face back into the water.

"Oh, fuck's sake!" Hank reached over and pulled him out by the back of the collar. "Will you stop that!"

"If I do, I will overheat."

"Then go home! I've a big bag of ice in the freezer!" He looked the younger man over. "Jesus, you're a mess."

"Shit." Connor eyed himself in the mirror before grabbing some paper towels and vigorously attempting to dry his whole person off. The result was him looking positively disheveled. He looked back to the mirror. "Great. Now I look insane."

"Nah, she'll like it." Hank nodded then there was a knock on the men's door.

"Hank, Connor?" Sam called from the other side. "Is everything alright? Y'all've been in there for a while…"

"Hank!" Connor whispered. "I can't, Hank!"

"Yes, you can!" He hushed back and pushed the android out the door. He stumbled, not expecting to be pushed, and almost ran into Samantha.

"Uh…" He looked down at her.

"Connor, are you—" She stopped mid-sentence as she looked up at his messiness. His tie was loose and a few buttons undone on his shirt, jacket a bit askew, face still a little wet, and hair messed up and sticking up and in his face in little messy curls. Her face slowly turned red and she covered her cheeks with a hand across her nose, averting her gaze. Hank came out of the bathroom and side-stepped around them, elbowing Connor as he began to walk away.

"Told ya so."

"I uh…" Sam stammered and slowly turned towards the women's bathroom. "I gotta go."

"U-uhm…" Connor rubbed at the back of his neck as she disappeared, a nervous habit he had picked up from…somewhere? He couldn't think about where. He couldn't think about anything. A hand on his shoulder brought him back.

"Go home, son." Hank pushed his shoulder towards the office door, and the younger man complied.

"O-okay." In a bit of a daze, he followed Hank's words and took a cab home.

"Samantha, you ok?" The older man called to the door.

"Yeah, Hank. I'm fine."

"I sent Connor home. Maybe you should go too."

"I'm fine. Besides, there's work to do."

"I can finish the paperwork. Go home and calm down."

"…Yeah." She peeked out of the bathroom door, and up at her senior. Her face was wet.

"Fuck, you too?! With the water?!" He groaned and stomped back to his desk. "Go home!"

"Okay…" She nodded and did the same as Connor, calling a cab back to her own place.