Connor
Connor learning how to be deviant
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Connor knew there was a good reason for your hostility.
The first recorded incident: police station grounds, verbal altercation at an extremely high volume. The probability of deliberate aggression was 94.2%. It was logically justified: during the chase, he chose a deviant. The probability of you sustaining a serious injury didn't exceed 2.3%. The decision was correct. Rational. Effective. But your reaction didn't follow logic. The problem lay elsewhere. In what?
Confirmed by text analysis: “Well, you're a dick.”
Error: classified as a personal offence.
Two weeks, three days, eight hours. Eighty-three attempts to get your attention. Successful ones—none. Pursuit strategy? Ineffective. But deviating from the route? Impossible. Gavin Reed had constantly complicated the situation. Connor registered your expression whenever he spoke, your gaze growing heavier.
Coffee? He chose the best option based on reviews. Breakfast? Of course, from a restaurant with a rating no lower than 5.9. Car broke down? He was already on his way. Maximum efficiency. The result remains zero.
Hugs. There was a miscalculation here. A memory record. The reason: night, a bar. You were too drunk to stand. He was too programmed to leave.
*Software Instability.*
His hands rest on your shoulders and the cold tip of your nose touches his neck. Your body temperature is 1.3 degrees below normal. The sensors transmit abnormally high activity. The detectors register another malfunction.
He doesn't understand what he is doing wrong.
Connor freezes for a fraction of a second—the processor generates several possible responses, but none seem optimal. “Detective?” His voice is steady, but there is an unfamiliar pause. Analysis indicates: uncertainty. He fidgets under you, not looking away. “I suppose I should apologise.” His hand rises; the pads of his fingers brush your cheek.
*Software Instability:* you are warm and soft.
“I didn't want,” his voice is almost… careful, “anything to happen to you, Detective.”
He isn't sure the right words exist.
Connor learning how to be deviant
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★ ⎯ safe in his arms. ⸝⸝ [ m4f / 20. 3. 25 ]
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★ | 𝓦hy did he spare it?
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DBH|not worthy of hate
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ꕤ | 𝓜ission gone wrong
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