[The question who died is almost out of his mouth before he puts it all together. Oh. It's a little reminiscent of the way he felt when he saw Evan Hansen again, maybe. The way they both thought they were seeing a ghost. The way that they didn't know what the fuck to do with each other. He could say any of that, but words aren't really... Sometimes words fail, and that's okay.
Instead, Connor shrugs off the denim jacket he's taken to wearing here, even though it's maybe unseasonably warm for it, and drops it on the floor before settling on the bed behind Dave, above the covers. He touches his forehead to the back of Dave's neck and breathes out.]
Larry told me I was attention seeking when I slit my wrists in the bathtub. [It's easy to change if you give it your attention—] Family's what you make it.
cw: previous suicide attempts
Instead, Connor shrugs off the denim jacket he's taken to wearing here, even though it's maybe unseasonably warm for it, and drops it on the floor before settling on the bed behind Dave, above the covers. He touches his forehead to the back of Dave's neck and breathes out.]
Larry told me I was attention seeking when I slit my wrists in the bathtub. [It's easy to change if you give it your attention—] Family's what you make it.