[The drum in the background is spaced like a heartbeat, and for space between the first and second beat, Connor is somewhere else. He's sitting on a different couch, late afternoon sun streaming in through a window.
You're so innocent, you know? Pure. Never change, Connor.
The drum sounds again, before cutting off abruptly. He can't let that one play. If he does, it won't stop and he doesn't want—he doesn't need ghosts anymore. Connor breathes out and then shakes his head.]
I save your life and you can't even be assed to remember my name? Rough, schnickelfritz.
[The fact that he actually puts in the effort to make it sound like a joke should feel off. The hand under Dave's shirt retreats as Connor moves his other to brush over Dave's gem again. He doesn't move from where he's settled on Dave's lap, but he does lean back enough that there's room for Jesus between them.]
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You're so innocent, you know? Pure. Never change, Connor.
The drum sounds again, before cutting off abruptly. He can't let that one play. If he does, it won't stop and he doesn't want—he doesn't need ghosts anymore. Connor breathes out and then shakes his head.]
I save your life and you can't even be assed to remember my name? Rough, schnickelfritz.
[The fact that he actually puts in the effort to make it sound like a joke should feel off. The hand under Dave's shirt retreats as Connor moves his other to brush over Dave's gem again. He doesn't move from where he's settled on Dave's lap, but he does lean back enough that there's room for Jesus between them.]