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Connor: ...if I've not been reassigned. *or...something else*

Gavin: ...That's unlikely. You'll be there to make my coffee in the morning, no doubt.

Connor: *gazing out the window . . . just nods, though he doesn't look convinced*

Gavin: *looks at him* ...Why do you look so worried? *not that he cares.*

Connor: ...two days, and I have so far failed to perform my intended function optimally, nor have I managed to integrate as I've been meant to.

Gavin: ...Two days isn't long enough for a test.

Connor: True…

Gavin: *Nods. Look, he doesn't know how to comfort, and he's not yet decided if he appreciates what Connor did or if he's pissed about it, even if appreciation is logical considering the circumstances...*

Connor: *not expecting comfort, especially not from someone who's made it abundantly clear that he hates him and his kind . . . he'll not speak again before they arrive back at Gavin's home*

Gavin: *opens the door and gets out* Guess we’ll be back to the grind tomorrow, see you then, Plastic. *will head towards his apartment.*