[Connor's hand is warm against the inside of Sean's wrist. And he just-
He wants so, so badly to just lean into it and curl against Connor. He wants to wrap him up in his arms and bury his face in Connor's shoulder, and just believe him. He wants to believe that I'll be worth it, and he'll get citizenship, and a chance for something better than getting paid under the table, and living in places like this. He wants it so much.]
Jesus Connor, I don't want to forget you existed. I don't hate you, okay? You hurt me, you really fucking hurt me, but I don't hate you. I just... I wish you'd talked to me first. I wish you hadn't done that. But you did. So we're both living with it.
... we can talk more on the way. I don't want to stay here.
[He picks up the heaviest bag of books, straining to get it, and then grabs the other with his clothes, leaving Connor to bring the one with his desk stuff. He just gets moving, head down as steps out of his room, and goes as fast as he can with that many pounds of books weighing down his arm. Sean just stares at his feet as he moves along the hall, his guts stewing over how much he's lost - and if he should even hope that he could get into the country legitimately.
Which means he doesn't notice when the room three doors down opens up, and a man steps out with a pistol, pointing it right at the back of Sean's head.]
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He wants so, so badly to just lean into it and curl against Connor. He wants to wrap him up in his arms and bury his face in Connor's shoulder, and just believe him. He wants to believe that I'll be worth it, and he'll get citizenship, and a chance for something better than getting paid under the table, and living in places like this. He wants it so much.]
Jesus Connor, I don't want to forget you existed. I don't hate you, okay? You hurt me, you really fucking hurt me, but I don't hate you. I just... I wish you'd talked to me first. I wish you hadn't done that. But you did. So we're both living with it.
... we can talk more on the way. I don't want to stay here.
[He picks up the heaviest bag of books, straining to get it, and then grabs the other with his clothes, leaving Connor to bring the one with his desk stuff. He just gets moving, head down as steps out of his room, and goes as fast as he can with that many pounds of books weighing down his arm. Sean just stares at his feet as he moves along the hall, his guts stewing over how much he's lost - and if he should even hope that he could get into the country legitimately.
Which means he doesn't notice when the room three doors down opens up, and a man steps out with a pistol, pointing it right at the back of Sean's head.]