[Connor retracts his hand as soon as it's clear Sean's not having it. It goes into the pocket of his jacket instead, lips pulling in between his teeth as he looks down at the ground instead. He follows inside once Sean heads in, following him step for step, though with the unfortunate lack of forewarning he glances just inside the open door with its direct line of sight into a bathroom only just vacated by a woman that doesn't seem to have noticed anyone outside.
He stops when Sean hesitates, the tension clear in every line of his body. Connor very carefully touches the back of Sean's arm, only dropping it once the door's opened.
It's about what he expects, when Sean lets him in. The thin walls don't keep out any of the sounds from the surrounding apartments, and they've long since absorbed every noxious smell that's ever come through this building. Maybe he's sensitive to it, or maybe it's just that bad and Sean's gotten used to it. He ends up breathing shallowly as he glances around, picking up all the little minutiae of the room in a sweep. The books get a soft smile from him, and as soon as Sean's laid the duffel bag out on the desk top, he starts to stack them neatly inside, trying to keep them in the same order that Sean had apparently given up trying to keep when he'd gotten too many to fit. Among the clutter under he's able to find a little balled up newspaper, presumably used as an oil soak or something to catch shavings as Sean worked on one of his projects. He uses this to wrap up what he can to keep it safe in transport.
He sits down on the edge of Sean's bed to let him finish, figuring the less he "helped", the better. He catches sight of the compact little tracker anklet that Sean was forced to wear and frowns deeply, his hands rubbing together in slow passes.]
Sean, I want you to know that this isn't intended to be a punishment. And it's not going to be forever. When we put them away, you'll be able to come home.
[It's only the smallest portion of what he really wants to say, but platitudes won't get him anywhere and he knows it. Sean's not the brightest bulb in the chandelier but he knows when something is wrong.]
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30/10/18 01:54 (UTC)He stops when Sean hesitates, the tension clear in every line of his body. Connor very carefully touches the back of Sean's arm, only dropping it once the door's opened.
It's about what he expects, when Sean lets him in. The thin walls don't keep out any of the sounds from the surrounding apartments, and they've long since absorbed every noxious smell that's ever come through this building. Maybe he's sensitive to it, or maybe it's just that bad and Sean's gotten used to it. He ends up breathing shallowly as he glances around, picking up all the little minutiae of the room in a sweep. The books get a soft smile from him, and as soon as Sean's laid the duffel bag out on the desk top, he starts to stack them neatly inside, trying to keep them in the same order that Sean had apparently given up trying to keep when he'd gotten too many to fit. Among the clutter under he's able to find a little balled up newspaper, presumably used as an oil soak or something to catch shavings as Sean worked on one of his projects. He uses this to wrap up what he can to keep it safe in transport.
He sits down on the edge of Sean's bed to let him finish, figuring the less he "helped", the better. He catches sight of the compact little tracker anklet that Sean was forced to wear and frowns deeply, his hands rubbing together in slow passes.]
Sean, I want you to know that this isn't intended to be a punishment. And it's not going to be forever. When we put them away, you'll be able to come home.
[It's only the smallest portion of what he really wants to say, but platitudes won't get him anywhere and he knows it. Sean's not the brightest bulb in the chandelier but he knows when something is wrong.]
I'm sorry I used you.