"Fuck. You." He spits it through gritted teeth but takes Connor's hand nonetheless, ignoring the warmth that he can feel in the contact nodes as his prints are taken and probably filed away in Cyberlife's system files to be used for whatever the hell they feel like later. He knows how huge corporations work when it comes to personal information.
He does make a point not to squeeze Connor's hand any tighter than he would a normal human's, the habit drilled into him from much earlier in his life thanks to a lot of jokes about 'hand squeezy death' leveled at him before he even realized he was gripping down too tightly on people.
When he lets go he turns back to his desk, just to start sorting his paperwork back into its appropriate folders just so that it would all be easier to make sense of when he didn't feel a migraine creeping up into the top of his head.
no subject
Hates it with a bloody passion.
"Fuck. You." He spits it through gritted teeth but takes Connor's hand nonetheless, ignoring the warmth that he can feel in the contact nodes as his prints are taken and probably filed away in Cyberlife's system files to be used for whatever the hell they feel like later. He knows how huge corporations work when it comes to personal information.
He does make a point not to squeeze Connor's hand any tighter than he would a normal human's, the habit drilled into him from much earlier in his life thanks to a lot of jokes about 'hand squeezy death' leveled at him before he even realized he was gripping down too tightly on people.
When he lets go he turns back to his desk, just to start sorting his paperwork back into its appropriate folders just so that it would all be easier to make sense of when he didn't feel a migraine creeping up into the top of his head.