[connor honestly can't believe this...worked? that their conversation somehow took this turn? this genuinely wasn't his objective when he'd sent that text, let alone with detective reed of all people. but there's something he recognizes as thrilling about the prospect of it too. maybe the humans are onto something when they say that which is contradictory or discouraged in some way is more enticing.
he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
no subject
he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
Detective Reed, it's me. Connor.