[It doesn't come up much, because Connor rarely talks about his family, but he has a younger sister and he would murder people for her. She'd be upset about it, but he'd do it. That's the same vibe he's getting out of this: Dirk would murder Mikhail Caustic for Dave and Dave doesn't want that to happen. Well, that's not his problem. He's not Dirk's keeper, even if he's kind of Dave's. Nominally. God, they have to have a weird talk after this don't they?]
Look it up on your own—hey! Hey, what did I say about falling asleep?
[Connor drops his phone onto the couch next to him and turns, one hand settling under Dave's shirt and the other coming up to touch Dave's face. His thumb sweeps across the gem on Dave's cheek, because sometimes you're a sapphire and your inherent need to be weird about touch is being overridden by your need to make sure someone is safe. The angle's weird for touching their foreheads together again, so instead Connor drops his head to rest on Dave's shoulder.]
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Look it up on your own—hey! Hey, what did I say about falling asleep?
[Connor drops his phone onto the couch next to him and turns, one hand settling under Dave's shirt and the other coming up to touch Dave's face. His thumb sweeps across the gem on Dave's cheek, because sometimes you're a sapphire and your inherent need to be weird about touch is being overridden by your need to make sure someone is safe. The angle's weird for touching their foreheads together again, so instead Connor drops his head to rest on Dave's shoulder.]
Do not fucking die on me. That's not allowed.