[For a moment when Dave reaches out, Connor hesitates. He can't tell where Dave's going with this, exactly, but then he decides it doesn't matter. Lacing their fingers together, Connor waits for Dave to finish. Part of him wants to be like "you literally know aliens who have complicated polyamory as a matter of course and you thought you couldn't have two boyfriends?" because he's still kind of stuck on that point but it's not productive to say that. Not right now, anyway.]

I love you too. And I'm fine with—I don't care who else you date or don't date. I just want to know what we are.

[This isn't a conversation where he can leave the ambiguities and be fine with it. He needs to hear the shape of things directly out of Dave's mouth so he doesn't... accidentally assume something and end up in another argument they don't need to be having.]

I... John asked if I was your friend and it felt like a lie to say yes but I didn't know what I could say. And I... I didn't know that bothered me until it felt like you were hiding us from him.

[He knows that's not what Dave was doing, exactly, but that's how it felt.]