Connor bites the inside of his cheek for even letting himself think about it for a moment. It sends his heart thundering again after he's worked so hard (read: boozed up) to try and get his pulse somewhat normal again so it doesn't hammer out his neck and wrists. He squeezes the hand, firm, but not too firm. Like the way you end an interview, or the way you start work with a colleague.
That's what this is... some... stupid war. And they're on the same side? He hopes?
Either way, he musters a smile, and maybe it's half genuine as his eyes dart up slightly beneath the hood. ]
You always make an effort to keep up the whole "mysterious hooded guy" look? [ He pulls his hand back and slips it into his pocket. Breathe, Walsh. ]
Because I think you might look better with it off. It's a party, isn't it? [ And hoods are creepy at parties unless. You know. This is actually some weirdass cult and they're going to bring out the goats any minute now. ]
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[ At least now he won't go to jail.
Right?
Connor bites the inside of his cheek for even letting himself think about it for a moment. It sends his heart thundering again after he's worked so hard (read: boozed up) to try and get his pulse somewhat normal again so it doesn't hammer out his neck and wrists. He squeezes the hand, firm, but not too firm. Like the way you end an interview, or the way you start work with a colleague.
That's what this is... some... stupid war. And they're on the same side? He hopes?
Either way, he musters a smile, and maybe it's half genuine as his eyes dart up slightly beneath the hood. ]
You always make an effort to keep up the whole "mysterious hooded guy" look? [ He pulls his hand back and slips it into his pocket. Breathe, Walsh. ]
Because I think you might look better with it off. It's a party, isn't it? [ And hoods are creepy at parties unless. You know. This is actually some weirdass cult and they're going to bring out the goats any minute now. ]