[Connor thinks about it, about panicking in the darkness and feeling so fucking out of control of himself he just wanted. He's still coming down off that, honestly, which probably explains his behavior. He could tell Dave that.

But he's not going to.]

Working, like usual. Ran around making ice boxes for restaurants during the blackout, tried to help out people who were kids, got my dragon back. [He shrugs.] Don't drink all that.

[It lands more on the friendly ribbing side of things, rather than the "platonically dom your friend" side of it. Mostly Connor doesn't want Dave drinking himself sick about the situation.]