Blue hues lingered on the Android for a bit longer - a set of arms folding over the wide of Hank’s chest, head tilting ever so slightly as he took in the sight of that so familiar, yet distinctively different looking face. There was obvious curiosity written all over his tired, middle-aged features - his brows knitted in thought, accompanied by a set of beard framed lips pressed into a thin line.
RK900 - Nines, as he called himself - looked so damn similar to Connor, the lieutenant’s partner, just much more… stern, more serious, more dangerous. It had taken Hank a while to not make a double take whenever those bright hues adressed him instead of those well-known brown ones, and even though the younger had assured him that Nines had, indeed, deviated, he felt himself being a bit wary while having him around.
Not because he was an Android - Hank had long gotten over that embarassing stage of his life - but because he was even harder to read than Connor was. Much more of a blank page, unpredictable.
“—I’m askin ‘bout you.” Yeah, probably not as much of a specific answer the RK900 had hoped to get, but the lieutenant himself had a bit of a hard time expressing himself there. He lifted a brow instead, shrugging a moment later, his features softening a bit.
“Y’know … while it was incredibly hard to figure out what Connor is all about, it’s even harder to try an’ understand what’s goin’ on with you.”
He knows the human is staring. Trying to figure him out, he presumes, as many have in his couple of months at the DPD so far. Nines keeps to himself, for the most part, feelings as though he’s not there to be “on display” for any of them. If they have questions, they usually ask Connor, anyway. Most do not engage with him. And he thinks he prefers it that way. It’s difficult to say. Sometimes he watches Connor interact, laugh, joke with the others and he feels a...tugging. A...longing? For more. For connection.
The android stands from his crouch, straightens up. “...I see.” And it’s entirely logical for humans to draw patterns and comparisons, but is it unreasonable for Nines to be just a little...tired, of Connor comparisons?
“Allow me to elucidate. I am thinking about how tired I am of taking android hate crime calls, Lieutenant. I am thinking about how I had to prevent this android’s mate from self destructing himself in his own grief. That is what is ‘going on’ with me.”
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