[It is ridiculous of anyone to expect a straight answer out of him on a normal day. Now? The chances are even slimmer. Dave visibly stalls when Bro's arms move around him.

Maybe their chests are close enough for Bro to feel Dave just fucking flatline for a second there. His hand clenches tightly around Connor's for a brief moment before his grip slacks and he lets himself just be in this and not in his head. It's a good thing he's turned away because he needs to suck his bottom lip hard to stop himself from either crying like a gay moron or vomiting profusely.

His eyes do prickle like he's risking at least one of those options so he squeezes them shut, hissing softly like he's still in pain and not because he's trying to stumble blindly through this bizarre, long-standing fantasy come to life.

The fresh douse of ice from that voice is enough of a shock to the system to get him to stop assholing around with his feelings and think about the matter at hand.]

What? Oh. [He wasn't really listening.]

I dunno. He found me on the roof like he knew I'd be there and he called me an imbecile so he's obviously familiar with me. [Ha ha. His voice catches in his throat, which doesn't hurt as much but it does feel raw.]

It was like a grenade or some shit that he threw at me, so I jumped off the roof.

[Like any normal person would.]