[Connor's not ripped, but he's very lean, just a little bit soft around the edges, with the freckles that pepper his face creeping down along his neck, shoulders and chest, one or two larger spots further down on his stomach. There are a few scars, mostly innocuous, one bullet wound up high on his left bicep, a strange circular scar just below his ribcage, over his solar plexus.
He groans quietly, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the touch and tug at his belt.]
You don't have to- [But there he goes anyway, and now Connor's seated at the foot of his bed, knees parted to accommodate the body between them. He leans back on one hand while the other cards through Sean's hair, holding it back away from his brow.] I get the feeling you weren't exactly honest about why they had it out for you.
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27/10/18 22:03 (UTC)He groans quietly, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the touch and tug at his belt.]
You don't have to- [But there he goes anyway, and now Connor's seated at the foot of his bed, knees parted to accommodate the body between them. He leans back on one hand while the other cards through Sean's hair, holding it back away from his brow.] I get the feeling you weren't exactly honest about why they had it out for you.