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Connor’s reaction to Reed’s harsh words was indifferent, barely an expression reaching his face. Only a mild hint of displeasure at the name calling, though far more than an insult it conveyed the android’s worry over the other. Sure, the detective was a true blue asshole whose reputation preceeded him and he took every opportunity to make Connor’s life miserable since he’d going the force - Hell, he’d pointed a gun at Connor more than once in his anger - but that didn’t mean the android was about to let him suffer himself. Not when it was self-imposed, that is.Connor wasn’t above karate-chopping him into unconsciousness again should the need arise, but that wasn’t important now.
He stood beside the man’s desk, watching him close despite the safe distance of a few feet he kept. Out of Reed’s immediate range of motion, just in case. “You appear to be experiencing an anxiety attack,” Connor stated without any tact as usual. Pleasant voice or otherwise, his analysis was always a little too on the nose. Whoever built this idiot needed to tweak his social programming a bit more. But then Connor moved just a little closer, slow steps inching forward as his upper body bent, tilted to the side a little in an attempt to meet Reed’s eyes. Hands on his knees he leaned down a bit, tried to appear less like a looming figure and more like a friend.
A plastic friend - yeah right. “Do you need anything? I could get you something warm to drink.” One had to wonder ulterior motive here. What reason did Connor have to be so...nice to him?
