[Connor hasn't seen Dave in several days, owing to the fact that sometimes ghosting is self care. Or at least Connor thinks it's self care. Actually, it's probably the opposite and he should stop doing it whenever he has anything resembling an emotion, even if that emotion is complicated trauma about family you thought you were over until your ugly plant baby nearly died.
Point is, Connor spends like thirty seconds staring down at his screen and debating pretending like he didn't see it. Unfortunately, he can hear tension in the music and he's never been good at ignoring the more direct attempts of the music trying to communicate with him. So he takes a flashpoint to where Dave is and... ah. He figured it would be some dumb shit he could fix with a few lines of song, maybe a desperate attempt at curing loneliness, but this is kind of beyond that which only leaves...
He really needs to stop making out with boys only when there's healing involved.]
I lied about mouth-to-mouth. Yes or no?
[Connor kneels, tucking his hair behind his ear and looking down at Dave.]
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Point is, Connor spends like thirty seconds staring down at his screen and debating pretending like he didn't see it. Unfortunately, he can hear tension in the music and he's never been good at ignoring the more direct attempts of the music trying to communicate with him. So he takes a flashpoint to where Dave is and... ah. He figured it would be some dumb shit he could fix with a few lines of song, maybe a desperate attempt at curing loneliness, but this is kind of beyond that which only leaves...
He really needs to stop making out with boys only when there's healing involved.]
I lied about mouth-to-mouth. Yes or no?
[Connor kneels, tucking his hair behind his ear and looking down at Dave.]