[that all happens--very fast. enough to make connor feel even dizzier than he was before, in too deep and too affected both by proximity to gavin, the alcohol, and frankly by how convincing this cover is. he's never really stopped to think about his own needs in any regard other than pure maintenance--making sure he has enough thirium, proper cleaning, regular stasis. but ever since gaining his own free will and making his way into the world as a person, not just an obedient machine, connor has realized there are certain connections he'd like to make. certainly ones that bring about intimacy and a sensation of closeness much in the same way too androids interface.
he's touch-starved, to put it plainly. and if he weren't so bombarded with error messages and warnings and his remaining processors focused on analyzing what was in the damn drink as well as the imminent danger of the guard, maybe he'd notice the signs that gavin is too.
there's a blink of surprise when he's defended, and even the guard looks taken aback and clearly not having anticipated much of a fight or defensiveness most especially from someone who is a good four inches shorter. connor drops back down onto the floor, stumbling unintentionally with a frown.]
There must be a mistake. Let me see your list.
[he sounds a lot more serious than he had moments ago. it's a gamble, but if he can connect to whatever tablet contains that list he can try and add their cover's names right under his nose, assuming he can focus enough. he's already sending out a tentative signal to try and remotely locate it. one hand slides into gavin's--both for steadying and because it's warm. he wants to, and he doesn't have the inhibition not to or the desire to waste an opportunity.]
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he's touch-starved, to put it plainly. and if he weren't so bombarded with error messages and warnings and his remaining processors focused on analyzing what was in the damn drink as well as the imminent danger of the guard, maybe he'd notice the signs that gavin is too.
there's a blink of surprise when he's defended, and even the guard looks taken aback and clearly not having anticipated much of a fight or defensiveness most especially from someone who is a good four inches shorter. connor drops back down onto the floor, stumbling unintentionally with a frown.]
There must be a mistake. Let me see your list.
[he sounds a lot more serious than he had moments ago. it's a gamble, but if he can connect to whatever tablet contains that list he can try and add their cover's names right under his nose, assuming he can focus enough. he's already sending out a tentative signal to try and remotely locate it. one hand slides into gavin's--both for steadying and because it's warm. he wants to, and he doesn't have the inhibition not to or the desire to waste an opportunity.]