[It's not an easy thing, walking back into this interrogation room. Not even because of Sean; he'd told him once, about finding a traumatized young man that had killed the person keeping him held captive, and about getting an admission of guilt for the murder of that man, and how when he'd tried to leave the room, the victim (and that was what he was at that point, by his account) had brained himself on the table. It takes him shaking his head before he can sit back down in that chair across from where they've got Sean's hands cuffed to the top of the table.
A file resting at the edge of the table is slid over between them, and Connor flips it open to examine the scene photos. The corpse was water-bloated by the time they'd gotten to it, but the suit, the set of his eyes, they were familiar. He looks back at Sean and flips one of the photos around just to confirm that he knew exactly what was going to happen now.]
You know who he is, don't you?
[His voice is quiet, probing. They hadn't talked much about the night they'd met. Sean hadn't ratted out anyone to him, usually being evasive about the specifics. And up to now, that had been alright.]
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28/10/18 22:46 (UTC)A file resting at the edge of the table is slid over between them, and Connor flips it open to examine the scene photos. The corpse was water-bloated by the time they'd gotten to it, but the suit, the set of his eyes, they were familiar. He looks back at Sean and flips one of the photos around just to confirm that he knew exactly what was going to happen now.]
You know who he is, don't you?
[His voice is quiet, probing. They hadn't talked much about the night they'd met. Sean hadn't ratted out anyone to him, usually being evasive about the specifics. And up to now, that had been alright.]