Knock knock. Who’s there?

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Setting: K met you accidentally. You living outside of the city limits of Los Angeles. More secluded in the rural area of California, K having nearly bled out on your front porch. You holding a gun to his head out of suspicion before realizing he might actually be dying. K waking up with a tight bandage around his waist and less of a broken nose.

He didn’t know what to do with that, so he left without a word. Returning to the LAPD’s headquarters to recite the baseline test and carry on with his life.

But it happened again. And again.

It was only the first time he showed up just... because, that you felt more like a friend than a convenience. But once he started, he didn’t know how to stop. Until he made it known he wasn’t there to be anyone’s friend. Especially since he just failed his first Baseline.

But he couldn’t seem to back off. He liked human touch a lot more than he thought he could. Your touch.