Both you and Connor had exited the room, meeting with Hank and the other officer. You assumed he was Officer Miller, of whom Connor had mentioned.
"Is everything alright?" Officer Miller asked, looking between you and Connor. You nodded.
"I believe so, yes." Connor responded. You followed the group of three to what you assumed was the main area of the department. Officer Miller wandered off to where he needed to be, while Connor and Hank ended up standing beside a desk. They began talking. While they did so, you noticed the same man in the glass office from before looking over you and your group.
"Y/N, was it?" You heard Hank's voice ask. You looked up to him.
"Um- yes. What did you need?"
"Don't make eye contact with Captain Fowler over there. If you do, he'll definitely pull you in and talk with you for an hour." He warned jokingly.
"O-Okay." You muttered, obeying his warning. He looked at you for a second before laughing. Connor didn't laugh.
"You seem on edge, Y/N. Is there something we can do to make you feel better?" He asked kindly. Were Androids even able to produce emotion? If not, whoever made them designed them to emulate it really well.
"No, I'm fine." You smiled weakly. In reality, you didn't want to be the center of attention. Connor cocked his head to the side, meeting your eyes. A sigh escaped your mouth.
"Yeah...I just- Nothing wrong with you guys, I'm kinda feeling...out of place here." You explained quietly so nobody else would hear. You noticed Hank look to Connor for help.
"If you would prefer to, we could go back to Hank's home so you can relax." Hank buried his head in his hands, now sitting in his chair at what you assumed to be his desk.
"You also may need to have some recovery time for your injuries, as well. Today has been tiring for you, hasn't it?" You nodded quickly. Not only did sleep sound great right now, but you would love to use Sumo as a giant, fluffy pillow. Connor gave another forced smile. It must've been in his programming to do so. You both looked in Hank's direction like children begging to buy something in a candy store. He was already in thought. After another moment, he spoke.
"Okay. I guess I'll be allowed to, since you're basically our responsibility. You can't just leave a girl with no memory out on the streets." Hank responded, about to stand up. The sound of a door swinging open alerted the three of you.
"Hank! I need to talk to you." Captain Fowler poked his head out of his glass office. His calm expression suddenly changed to frustration. He sighed loudly, but not loud enough to alert anyone else.
"You guys can go without me. Take a taxi." Hank instructed. Connor nodded sharply.
"Got it." Hank half-heartedly walked up the steps to Fowler's office while Connor began walking to the entrance. You followed after him, grateful that you were about to go 'home'. Yet...you couldn't even call it home, because you don't live there. But it's the only home your remember...so why not? Connor kept checking if you were behind him every few minutes. You don't really know why, but it didn't make you feel weird at all. At the side of the street outside of the department, a taxi was already waiting for you as if it knew you were coming. Connor waited for you to enter the vehicle first. You hesitantly walked in it. Inside, there were many windows to look out of, along with lights and a panel covered in miniature buttons and colorful text. You sat down, expecting Connor to take control. You had no idea how any of this worked. The door slid shut behind him as he half crouched/walked to the front of the taxi.
"Good afternoon. What is your destination?" The speakers inside the taxi asked. Connor placed his hand on a box similar to the one Hank placed his hand onto, in the Police Department. The entirety of his hand turned from his normal skin tone to white. It looked like a plastic-y substance.
"Good afternoon, Connor, model RK800." The car identified him.
"Hank Anderson's property, please." After a moment, the taxi started up and began moving. Relaxing music began to play. Connor took a seat across from you. He seemed to think over his words.
"...I apologize if that experience was stressful for you." Connor attempted to sincerely apologize. You shook your head carefully, to avoid a headache.
"It's alright." Connor looked content, knowing that you were alright. He looked out a tinted window at the city view. You looked down at your shaky hands. You attempted to process the emotions you were feeling. It was starting to get harder to do so after...whatever happened. Let's just call it 'the incident'. Whenever you were around Connor, you felt...relaxed. You knew you were safe around him. And not to mention the way he made you feel better in any situation. His awkward and dorky attitude, alongside his forced yet adorable smile... You couldn't explain it. And you bet he couldn't explain it either, if you tried to talk about it with him. He's an Android, after all.
Ping! A noise sounded out near you, yet you ignored it. Buildings and other cars passed by outside.
Ping! The same sound rang again. You waited for it to happen again, just to make sure you weren't hearing things. With what happened, you wouldn't be surprised if you were.
Ping! Your head snapped around to look at Connor, who you could only assume was making the noise. You opened your mouth to speak, but it slowly shut. A coin was flicked into the air repeatedly, to land perfectly into the Android's palm. He did this a few more times, before he continued to roll the coin across his knuckles, back and forth, repeatedly. Connor finally found your eyes staring at him.
"Is something wrong?" He asked in his somewhat robotic voice. It was more human than anything, though.
"No...I- just..." You were at a loss for words. "How do you do that?" Connor gave a forced smile.
"Would you like me to explain?" He offered. You nodded. He proceeded to explain how he did a multitude of coin tricks, even offering you to try some. You declined. You were happy letting him understand. It was more of his kind of thing, anyway. Only a few more minutes passed until you arrived at the familiar home. You and Connor made your way to the front door. He blankly stared at the door.
"...Hello? Did you deactivate?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked, signifying he was not deactivated.
"I...neglected to ask Hank for his house keys." Connor replied, his voice empty. He truly seemed disappointed in himself. You couldn't control the laugh that escaped your mouth.
"Well...try seeing if it's locked?" You asked. He reached for the door handle, only to no good result.
"...Let's try looking around." You suggested. Connor looked down at you, then nodded.
"Call if you find anything." He quickly walked to the right, looking for possible routes into the home. Is this considered breaking into a house? Neither of you lived here, and you were basically trying to find a way to break in. But you did have permission, so everything was considered alright. As long as the neighbors didn't notice. You walked slowly, searching the home for entrances or exits that weren't locked. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice yell nearby.
"Y/N, I think I found something!" Connor called you over. You jogged over to where you heard his voice, past bushes and dog poop. You met him by a pair of windows.
"I believe this leads to his kitchen." You noticed the pair of three windows alongside each other. One was already parted open. He tilted his head to look you in the eyes.
"Ladies first?" He offered. You nodded. With one big push, the window opened the rest of the way, allowing entrance. You stuck your head inside, then used your hands to push yourself onto the kitchen counter. Before you could react, your body fell onto the tile below you. A pained groaned escaped your mouth, while you stared up at the ceiling. Your head hurt even more now. A loud howl broke the awkward silence. Sumo ran over to the scene.
"Hey, hey. It's alright bud. Just breaking into your owner's house." You reassured him. Sumo quickly remembered who you were, and licked your face as a "hello". You saw Connor stick his head through the window above you.
"Are you alright?" He asked hastily. His voice almost hinted that he was worried if you were hurt or not. You took a second to sit up, and used the dining room table to keep your balance as you stood. You held a thumbs-up. Connor pushed one foot through the window, followed by another and used the window frame to push himself inside. He gracefully landed on his feet next to you.
"Oh. ...I could've done that." You looked away sheepishly. He turned around to push down the window to how it was before you broke in.
"Well." You massaged Sumo's neck. "What now?" Connor thought for a moment, looking around the home.
"Would you like to relax with a bath before you sleep?" He asked, now looking at you. You acted like you were thinking for a moment, even though you knew the correct answer.
"Sure. That sounds nice." Connor attempted at smiling again, before freezing.
"You don't have any extra clothes, do you?" He asked. You shook your head.
"That's alright. I'll find some for you."
"Thank you." You smiled at the kind gesture, before making your way to the bathroom. You turned the light on, and found some towels and bathing necessities. A few minutes were spent fiddling with the shower handles until you finally got some water running. You heard footsteps behind you.
"These are the only clean clothes I found that I thought would fit your size." Connor held a hoodie and a dark blue shirt. You gratefully took the clothes into your hands.
"You can reuse your pants and undergarments, correct?" He asked. You turned away, setting the bundle of clothes on the sink counter.
"Uh, y-yes. Thanks." You spat out. Connor almost turned away before he spoke once more.
"I know that humans prefer to keep their privacy, so I will close and lock the door." You muttered another 'thank you' under your breath as he closed the door. You trusted that he locked it. While you waited for the water to warm up, you observed the clothing you had been given. The grey hoodie seemed very worn out, but was still useable. The text on the front of the hoodie had faded away, so no context was given as to who this belonged to. The navy blue T-shirt was entirely made out of cotton. Not the most comfortable pick, but it was useable. After testing the water, you stripped down and began to take a relaxing and well-deserved bath.

Wow this chapter turned out to be waaay too long. But you can't really complain, can you? :')
Until next time!