[Connor isn’t sure how to translate that into something he can account for. This goes back to what he felt, when Hank had let his emotions coarse through him, that shuddering need for a connection — a connection born of something real, something human, not just the synthetic calculations of whatever CyberLife had dictated for him.

He should let it go. To be fair, he meets Hank halfway, releasing figurative stubborn jaws so that the pressure isn’t quite as stinging.]

You take issue with my innate programming when it comes to interpersonal reaction? Right. That makes sense, given what I could glean from your emotions.

[He frowns, one not born of anything like programming.]

I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but there’s little I can do about how I approach these sort of situations. If it helps you parse it better, you can think of as part of my personality.