[Connor shakes his head, though he stiffens and stops that the moment it pulls the wound. It's still a dull sort of feeling around the drugs, but it isn't something he can ignore just yet.]

If I'm just the latest in a long line, that's an awful repeating pattern. Don't you think you deserve better than that?

[Though he wants to look back around at Sean, to fix him with that puzzled stare like he's trying to solve him, he doesn't want to move far enough out of this embrace to do so. Instead he settles on taking one of the hands over his stomach, once more working his fingers in between Sean's and dragging his thumb back and forth over the other's knuckle.]

Don't get me wrong, I want this. I want it so badly. But I'm just a defective prototype of a human being. I have two friends in the world and one of them is a dog. I drink to cope and failing that, I work until I crash and then I get back up and do it all again. I just... I wish I knew what you saw in me.