When your latest chapter has already gone through 3 rewrites and youāre only 590 words in. Why is writing Connor so hard?
Running diagnosticsā¦ OK
Emotional regulation programā¦ Corrupt
The world, or more accurately the elevator in this case, went by in a flash of grey and the occasional snippet of bright yellow. To him it felt like a lifetime. In reality it was just a few seconds of his day.
RK900 or Richard, also known as Nines, who stood on his left blinked rapidly. Clearly processing information in the same way Connor used to. Judging by his yellow LED and the text appearing in his HUD heād come to an analysis far quicker than Connor ever could.
Nine: Iām worried about Gavinā¦
Con: I think weāre all worried about him, Nines.
His heart rate and blood pressure were higher than normal, not to mention the strain that embryo will be putting on his body and mind. I donāt think heās coping well.
Of course heās not, humans donāt cope well with small changes. Let alone one that alters their life completely. He needs time.
Does he have that time? To cope I mean?
ā¦ I donāt think he has. He needs to make a decision quickly.
Heās not going to, if itās up to Gavin heās going to hide and lash out.
How can you be so sure? Youāve known him for five weeks.
Nines hummed beside him, making his lips curl up just the slightest. His mate, as much as heād learned in the short time heād been awakened, still had a long way to go in understanding human kind. Although heād made some great progress if he were honest.
Try to spend five weeks with him. Heās not exactly an enigma.
Nines had a point there, out of the two of them he probably knew Gavin better.Ā
The elevator dinged as they arrived on Gavinās floor. His HUD switched back to color after briefly giving him a yellow marker to indicate the location of Gavinās door. Nines got off before him, his movements precise, calculated. Some things were hard to get rid off, especially if one considered the purpose for which Nines was built.
He carefully shifted the container in his hands, he had gathered some leftovers from the meal heād made Hank. It wasnāt much, but it was probably a lot better than what Gavin currently had in his fridge. Otherwise, Hank wouldnāt have called them in.
Nines knocked on the door for him. Little pitter patter sounds on the other side of the door followed by a soft meow indicated that there was a cat there.
āSalem.ā Nines answered, waiting until the appartment AI opened the door for them and immediately bend down to scoop a black cat into his arms. āHe likes to escape.ā
As if that answered anything. He merely followed his mate into the apartment. The first thing he noticed were Hank and Gavin on the sofa. The other Omega was laying down, with Hank trying his best to comfort him. Gavin, judging by the facial expressions and the way he turned his body, wasnāt really having it. He wasnāt running away either. Interesting.
āI see life has gotten you down.ā
He narrowed his eyes at Ninesā approach to the situation. Surely aggravating Gavin wouldnāt do anything in their favor-
āNot more than usual, tin can.ā Gavin grumbled in return, Hank looked at them both in amusement.
āYou mean thereās a usual breaking point for trash, detective?ā
āScrew you-ā Gavin muttered, but it didnāt hold any bite to it. If anything Gavin seemed amused, grateful, by Ninesā approach. Strangeā¦Ā
