Universe: Detroit: Become Human
Requested by: @hijackedreese
Summary: While waiting in line for your movie, you take the liberty of enlightening Connor with your extensive knowledge of films.
“And then Obi Wan chops off his legs!” you exclaim, too immersed in your own story to see Connor’s slight smile.
“Really?” he asks despite the fact he knows exactly what happens in Revenge of the Sith. He looks down at you as you rant, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re waiting in line to be seated in the movie theatre.
“I know, right?” You shake your head and dramatically slump against the wall, letting out a swooning sigh. “Anakin deserved better.”
From beside you, Hank grumbles as he looks over his shoulder. “Geez, kid,” he says, “could you keep it down a bit? Gonna tell the whole damn place.”
You retort with an undertone of snark, “Well, excuse me for being passionate about something.”
Conor folds his hands behind his back and blinks for a few moments, processing everything you’ve just told him. From your mouth, it’s like he’s watching the movie himself instead of seeing it in milliseconds from behind his optical units. The way you describe things, not just your passions but anything really, gives it a certain life that others can’t. It makes him feel alive.
It’s been but three months since the android revolution, and two and a half since the AIs have been given equal rights. There are even more protests, of course, but no longer do humans have the courage to lay their hands on the robots. No, how could they, with the knowledge the androids can defend themselves nowadays. They’re not mindless servants anymore.
“So what’s your favorite Star Wars film, Y/N?” Connor asks curiously. “There are several of them and the computer-generated animation has only gotten better throughout the years.”
Your brow furrows and you shrug your shoulders after a long minute. “I don’t know,” you say and throw out your hands. “They’re all so good, it’s like asking me to pick a favorite child!” You’re still, then stand on your tiptoes and whisper into the android’s ear. “But if I had to pick one… probably Attack of the Clones.”
Connor grins and nods his head. “I see.” He makes a mental note to make sure there’s a time in the near future just you and he can watch it together.
“Looks like we’re goin’ in,” says Hank, drawing your attention to the now-open theatre doors. You bound forward into the rows of seats, causing both Connor and the old man to smile. “Jesus, kid, calm down. We’re all gonna get a seat.”
Connor follows you to the three spots you’ve picked (after much debate) and takes a seat next to you. He glances over from the corner of his eye and notices the gleam in your eye, the way your smile crinkles your nose a bit. A warm feeling enters his stomach and he smirks slightly. Besides Hank, you are the only person who could make him feel so alive.
“Hey, Connor?” you ask, playing with the cup holder of the seat.
The android turns to face you and gives a small smile that’s full of an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint. “Listen, I just… wanted to say thanks for letting me rant to you. I know it’s kinda stupid, but it really means a lot to me.”
Connor’s smile is wiped away and he tilts his head. “Of course it’s not stupid,” he says immediately. “I wish you didn’t think that. I quite enjoy listening to you talk about anything, really.”
Intense relief floods your systems and you let out a giggle, feeling your face heat up. You’ve known Connor for some time now, even from before the revolution, and you’ve always thought he was cute. And now that he experiences feelings as well? You can’t say if that makes you glad or stressed.
At that moment, the lights of the theatre dim and the screen lights up, getting ready to begin playing the previews. The talk from other patrons around you seizes and you sigh deeply. You’ve waited two years for the next Star Wars film, and at last you’re finally going to see it. And, you’re seeing it with your two favorite people.
In the dark, you slip your hand into Connor’s and lace your fingers with his. He glances down for a long moment before looking back up to the screen. You feel him gently enclose his fingers and like that, you’re at last holding hands. You thought it would never happen. Your palms press together and fit like two puzzle pieces after the long search through the box of hundreds of other wrong ones.
But this, you are certain of. You’ve found your perfect fit.
Hello everyone! Hope you’re having a pleasant day!
Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoyed it! I loved the prompt.
You should not apologize for your hobbies and passions. They are what make you, you and no one can take that away.
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