Connor adjusted his tie in front of the bathroom mirror and straightened up the collar of his dark gray suit. Almost identical to the one he wore while under the ownership of CyberLife, but not quite the same. At the suggestion of Hank, that suit had been burned.

"You don't belong to them anymore, and you never will again," the lieutenant had said firmly. The symbolism of burning the suit wasn't lost on Connor, and in a way he did feel lighter afterwards.

Nevertheless, he did still enjoy dressing sharply, and Hank was more than willing to help him find a replacement suit to wear for work. As well as a nice navy blue tie.

"Connor! You ready?" Hank's voice sounded from the living room.

"Coming, Lieutenant!" With one last glance in the mirror, Connor left the bathroom and followed Hank out the front door.

It wasn't that he was vain. Looking nice was important to him, but then, most of the time he couldn't really tell if he looked nice or not. His programming, of course, told him that he had been designed specifically to integrate seamlessly with humans. His appearance was designed to put people at ease. But he could take no credit for that. What was special about programming?

"May I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor asked as they walked down the sidewalk toward Hank's car.

Suppressing a chuckle, Hank responded, "Go for it."

"Why do you dress the way that you do?"

Hank stopped in his tracks and laughed. "Damn, Connor, it's not even noon. You can't go insulting a man's clothing this early in the day."

"I mean the question sincerely."

"Of course you do. Well . . . hell, I don't know. I guess because I want to." Hank resumed walking down the path. "A man doesn't care if he looks like he just crawled out of a cardboard box, as long as he's comfortable." The two climbed into the car. Hank put the key into the ignition, but paused before turning it. "Why do you ask?"

Connor's LED blinked rhythmically as he tried to find the right words. "I . . . I'm not sure why I wear what I do."

Understanding clicked in Hank's mind.

This wasn't the first mini-identity crisis Connor had experienced since the Revolution. He hadn't outright said it yet, but the thought that he only had certain preferences because he was programmed to by CyberLife unsettled him.

Hank didn't always know how to respond, but he did try.

"If you ask me, Connor, you wear what you do because you look damn good in a suit and you know it. And if we both showed up to work looking like me, Fowler would kick both our asses."

It wasn't a very philosophical answer, but Connor's LED returned to a steady blue.

"I know it's weird as hell trying to figure all this out, but you are a person, Connor. And more than that, you're a good one." Hank said as he put the car in drive and pulled onto the road.

Connor felt a tightening sensation in his throat.

It wasn't often that the lieutenant was so openly reassuring. He may not know how to answer all of Connor's questions, but he did care.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." And Connor meant that sincerely, too.

Hank grunted in response, only able to handle a certain amount of sentimentality at a time.

They drove on in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable, backlit by faint music coming from the radio.

"Doesn't that new detective get here today?" Hank asked he pulled into his usual parking spot at the station.

"Yes, Detective Tenner. Though I don't know what time."

"Maybe she's already here," Hank said as he got out of the car, Connor following his lead.

As it turned out, he was right.

She was visible through the glass walls of Captain Fowler's office as Hank and Connor made their way to their desks. Dark leather jacket, black v-neck underneath, slim blue jeans and sturdy boots. Dark brown curls crowning her head, bangs not quite obscuring her eyes.

Connor took in every detail in less than a second. He was naturally analytical, of course.

He was not, however, expecting his analytic software to stutter the way it did as her eyes flicked to his through the glass for a split second. He had a difficult time looking away.

"Captain Fowler wants to see you two in his office," an officer informed Hank as he sat down at his desk.

Connor heard him growl under his breath, "Of course he does," as he heaved himself up from his chair. "Come on, Connor. Let's go meet the new kid."

Hank might have dragged his feet in reluctance, but Connor's steps were lit with an eagerness that would have made his LED flicker if he'd tried to explain it.

"Lieutenant Anderson, Connor," Captain Fowler addressed them as they entered the glass-walled office. "I'd like you to meet Detective Fox Tenner. She'll be joining us for a while."

Detective Tenner offered a smile to both of them and a hand to Hank, who took it and was impressed by the firmness of her handshake.

"It's good to meet you, Lieutenant." She remarked honestly before turning to Connor. "And you as well, Connor. I've heard admirable things about both of you; I'm looking forward to working with you." She offered her hand to Connor, smiling up at him.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Detective Tenner. We've heard of your accomplishments regarding android justice cases." He responded as he shook her hand.

Now that he wasn't looking at her picture on a screen or seeing her through a glass wall, he could notice how her dark eyes held a glint of reflected light reminiscent of how the sunlight bounced off his quarter the other day.

Regardless of how he felt about CyberLife, in that moment, Connor was thankful for his ability to record all memories and store them for as long as he wanted, in pristine detail. Because this moment felt important.

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