[Connor has arguments for every last thing Sean says to him. That the cells aren't built to allow for hanging deaths anymore. That there's around-the-clock surveillance on every corner of the station. That no matter who's on shift, they always have someone else around paying attention, never leaving any one blind spot long enough for anything like that to happen. There's been intense reform with the way the DPD is run here, but...well. It doesn't change that the people are kind of shit sometimes. Connor's a model cop, a golden boy among the precinct. He follows rules to the letter. That includes not bringing up their relationship here, where it could very well incriminate both of them for an entirely different reason.

He doesn't say any of it. He doesn't reach out to try and establish contact, even if he really wants to. And he wants to, so badly. And he wants to get out of this room where he almost thinks he can still see that blood stain on the table.]

I'll look into finding you a place to stay up near Belle Isle. It's safe and isolated, and hard to find. In the meantime, you'll stay here, where nobody will hurt you.

[In other words, he'd be sending Sean up to where he himself had grown up. A beautiful, desolate stretch right at the northern tip of the state. He'd talked about this before, when they were sprawled out in his bed, just killing time before food was delivered. About the monolithic tower that had been his "home". Hopefully it would be a comfort that he'd opt for something like this, rather than keeping Sean trapped in the city.]