[Connor's poker face is largely unshaken, but there's tension in the way he holds himself. Sean's never spoken to him like this, just like Sean has never seen him actually doing his job; he's only seen the before, and the after. He's been a good distraction after hard cases. He's been good for Connor. And that makes this that much more awful.]

So if I've got it wrong, why don't you explain it to me? Maybe I can find a way out of this for you.

[Leaning forward on the table, Connor lets his expression change finally, taking on the softness Sean is more familiar with, big brown eyes and pouting lips trying to defuse the tension.]

You might not have to serve time at all, if you'll just talk to me.