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// Ohhhh my god this is a very good headcanon and I think all of the DBH RPC would agree with me!!!!

This would be the epitome of Connor reminding Hank of Cole.

Remember Every Scar - Escape the Fate

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     Blue stains litter the pristine uniform still clinging to his skin, torn in places, a hole gaping just a bit off to the side of his thirium pump, just a bit to the left, where the bullet had entered and tore its way through wired before leaving his body at the backside. His skin showed no traces of an injury and if it wasn’t for his clothes giving him away and his partner being obviously upset with him, no one would even be able to tell.

     He didn’t regret his decision, would do it again over and over and over and over if it meant keeping her save, keeping her from harm’s way, keeping her alive. Chester didn’t fear death in itself. He feared leaving her behind alone, he feared losing her.

     Still---

     He’d jump in front of her, acting as a shield, again and again without hesitation. Just like he’d done this time. He hadn’t wavered, hadn’t hesitated. He knew what was going to happen before the bullet even left the gun and he stood in front of Ariadne, his partner--

     Then he remembers pain, pain, pain, hurried voices, worry and relief when he saw her face, twisted in concern but unharmed and alive. He couldn’t bring himself to regret his decision. Not when it had kept her from getting hurt.

     He leans towards her, first kissing her cheek, forehead, nose and finally her lips, smiling against her. He rests his forehead against hers as they part, taking her hand and squeezing gently to reassure her that yes, he’s alright, he’s here with her and he won’t leave anytime soon. Not if he can help it.

{  ☾  }

“‘Cuse me! Comin’ through, ‘cuse me sir, c’mon people I have a cart here--”

Another early morning in Detroit, with Laine pushing a box full of mechanical and android parts, normal parts on top to avoid suspicion. Pretty much everyone in the neighborhood knew that she was a mechanic; she was just making her routine trip for supplies.

An unfamiliar face, however, stood by the gated store, and Laine’s brow scrunched together.

“‘Cuse me! You here for the shop?”

assorted headcanons.

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     He startles at the tone of her voice, reminded of just how serious she is. Even though her voice grows softer, he can’t stop staring at her intently. Of course, he knows that. He knows. How could he ever have made her feel like he doesn’t know?

i’m @citysplit​   // I SURE DID thank you

     He can tell that he fucked up. He probably messed up many times before and this is just the last straw, but either way -- he’s screwed. Very, entirely, utterly screwed.

     Chester isn’t sure he’s ever seen her this mad. Or maybe he just never was back from repairs soon enough to notice, or maybe she just kept her anger inside until she could yell at him.

     Technically he knows that she’s right. She went to the academy, she graduated, she rose up, she’s fantastic at what she does. Certainly Ari doesn’t need him to protect her. “I know”, he says quietly. He does know.

     But still, he can’t help it, can’t deny the urge to jump between her and any possible danger that comes across them. He doesn’t have to protect her but he wants to. The thought of seeing her hurt or even worse is too much to bear, he doesn’t want to imagine the pain when it becomes more than just a thought. More than just a possible outcome to a preconstruction.

     “I’m sorry.” What he isn’t sorry for, is putting her life before his, but he is sorry for making her feel like this. She’s capable, he knows that. He wants to leave her be but he loves her. There’s a long way up ahead for him to realize that she doesn’t want to see him hurt either, but at the moment he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. At this point he’s more scrap parts than original hardware and that’s fine by him as long as he keeps his memories. Nothing else matters.

     “I’m just a machine, put together from scrap parts with a supercomputer for a brain. I can be repaired, I can even turn off my pain receptors. I’m not a human, Ari. I don’t die like you could. I’ll just be put together again.” But she won’t. Humans are fragile, they get hurt, they scar, they damage, they die. And he wants none of that for her. Never.

     “But I really am sorry for making you feel like I doubt your abilities. I don’t. You’re brilliant! I just--”

     He can’t even look at her, his hands shaking at his sides where they play with the hem of his sweater. Why do emotions have to be so hard? He hates this so so so much.