Connor's one job was to hunt down and destroy deviants. Now that the android revolution had taken place and there was no longer a need for finding deviants, he wandered. Lost. And though he had already become deviant and self-aware himself, his core programming kept haunting him to find something to do. Anything at all. It was easy before considering that, while he was assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, he chased down androids and investigated gruesome murders. But now? He was going crazy. Hell, he couldn't even stand still without fidgeting with a coin or constantly fixing his appearance. So wandering about with no home, no job, and no purpose was absolute torture for Connor.

The first thing he tackled is the no home part. He wasn't welcome in Cyberlife anymore considering he broke into their warehouse and freed thousands of androids. And no other android, if they've found a place to stay, would welcome Connor considering his former job was to kill androids. So his only option was to take residence with a human. The only ones he'd known were from the police station so…

Gavin? No, the mere thought sent shivers down Connor's plastic spine. He never took his coffee, did he?

Captain Fowler? Of course not, he didn't know the man. Besides, it wasn't as if he held a soft spot for androids.

But Lieutenant Anderson? This is interesting. Connor's LED flickers to yellow in thought. After admitting that he was in the wrong for blaming androids for his son's death, and after all they've been through and the countless times they've saved each other, he's a solid bet. He even hugged him by the Chicken Feed truck, a memory Connor doesn't want to admit surfaces to his mind many times a day. Now, the problem is, Hank is a grumpy, alcohol-dependent old man, and convincing him to let an android stay in his house? A real challenge. But, Connor was up for it. Staying on a bus bench and being exposed to the bitter December air was roughing him up.

With nothing else to do, Connor walked towards the house, easy since he broke into it once. In his defense, it was out of concern for Lieutenant Anderson. Nobody appears to be home, and normally, Connor would ring the doorbell, knock, or, like before, smash a window and let himself in, but if he's trying to appeal to him, that doesn't seem like the best choice. So, he sat on his front porch, watching the sun set, waiting for Lieutenant Anderson to come home. Really wished he had his coin.

"Holy shit-" Connor's eyes snap open at the sound. He takes in his surroundings, adjusting his eyes to the new nighttime. How long has it been? Had he gone into stasis by accident? But the man in front of him doesn't give much time to think. "Connor? What're you doing in front of my house? Man, get the fuck out."

"Good evening Lieutenant Anderson! I'm Connor, your former partner at the police station." He springs up on his heels and makes an attempt at a smile. It comes out awkward.

"Yeah, yeah, what the fuck are you up to." Connor's eyes scan him, finding traces of alcohol just about everywhere. He didn't know too much about drunkenness, but one thing's for sure, it makes you someone you usually aren't. Meaning, that if the lieutenant was cold, rude, and grumpy sober, would he be different now? Judging by the tone and slurs of his voice, perhaps not, but it was worth a shot. "Uh… Connor?"

"Lieutenant Anderson, to put it bluntly, I have nowhere to go. Staying on a bus station bench leaves me vulnerable to the elements and to other androids who hold a grudge against me, so I've come to you." The lieutenant stares in an odd mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I hoped that considering our past together, you could offer me help."

"You're gonna have to find somewhere else. I'm too drunk for this shit."

"Lieu-!" And Connor got the worst outcome possible. A door slams in his face. His first reaction is to recount what he did wrong. Surely, He'd seen a seventy percent success rate in the corner of his vision, but looking back, it wasn't the greatest of chances. Were they not considered friends? Was this not what friends did? Connor gently hit his head on the wall in frustration for not knowing human norms, but not loud enough for anyone on the other side to hear. So, with his newfound defeat, he curls up his knees to his chest and sits on the porch. At le-

"Ok, fine. You can stay. But I'm only doing this out of pity!" The lieutenant tried to defend himself with frustration and coldness, but Connor's ears picked up on the laughter that strained through it. It was clear to the android that the lieutenant thought he was a friend, a thought that made a wide smile break out onto his face, flooding his head with a warm happiness. With the Software Instability errors pushed out of the way, and after regaining composure, he followed the lieutenant into his home. "For fuck's sake, standing out there looking like a kicked puppy." Perhaps such innocent, brown eyes did help Connor off the field.

"I appreciate it, lieutenant! Your sacrifices will not go in vain. I will do everything in my power to make sure I-"

"God, shut up before I change my mind. Take the couch or something." Again, the retort was not mean-sounding at all. "And stop calling me lieutenant."

"Mr. Anderson."

"Nope."

"Offic-"

"Try again."

"Sir."

"I swear to God, Connor. Think." And he did. He thought for a hard second.

"... Hank?" The name came out odd on his tongue as if it were a dirty word that shouldn't be said. Connor looked up sheepishly in preparation for being wrong, but instead, the lieutenant was smiling at him.

"Better." And this. This was what got a goofy smile back on the android's face. The notion that someone cares for him and the warmth of friendship that he didn't allow himself to feel while working for Cyberlife. It made him giddy with happiness.