-The Next Morning-

Connor and Nines woke up at the same time that morning due to a phone going off. It had a Panic! at the Disco ringtone. Although it was 2038, Panic! At the Disco was still cool.

Right? (Oh God..Please say yes..)

Connor turned over and noticed Nines holding his head in pain and wincing.

So Connor got out of the warm bed and trudged through the cold room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Connor said with as much energy as he could muster.

"Hello? Connor? Is that you?" Someone asked.

"Uhm..Yes it is..Who is this?" Connor asked, furrowing his eyebrows with some confusion.

"It's Fowler. Your assigned to a case. Homicide. Some guy was found dead in his apartment today."

"Oh..Ok then. Let me get everything together, ill be there soon." Connor said.

"Alright Connor. Just make sure your there with Hank and the other Android in about two hours." Fowler said before hanging up.

Connor noticed that the call had ended and he turned the phone off. He looked up to see Nines rushing to the nearest bathroom.

It would be rude to just walk in on someone, but Connor was worried about Nines. Connor had never gotten drunk before so he didn't know how it felt.

He peeked in the doorway to see Nines hunched over the toilet, holding the sides, and vomiting the blue waste out of his system. Connor decided to go in and rub Nines' Back, in a way to try and comfort his boyfriend.

After a few minutes of Nines, realising the chalky tasting, alcohol filled, bile,
Connor wiped Nines' face gently with a damp washcloth and kissed him on the cheek.

Nines looked up and smiled warmly at the Brunette.

Ahhhhhhhh... TrUe LovE...

A/N

This chapter was really short ;-;

Anyway, any ideas??

Well.. Bye!!

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