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Connor Walsh ([personal profile] theyremembermine) wrote in [personal profile] trueaussiedoc 2014-11-22 04:29 am (UTC)

"It's not okay," Connor protested. His tone wasn't snappish. To the contrary, it was almost as if he were begging Chase to tell him that he was wrong -- that it really was okay and he was going to be fine. But he knew it wasn't. There was nothing okay or fine about any of this, and it was never something Connor had seen coming. He was training to be a criminal defense attorney, which meant that, at times, he was going to be involved in less than legal things in the interest of doing his job. But witnessing and subsequently covering up a murder? That wasn't one of the things he'd expected. When he said he'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted, murder was kind of one of those outliers that wasn't supposed to be included in the final results.

He absentmindedly pulled the jacket in closer around him, the cold of the night air and the absolute fear of what had happened setting in down deep in his bones. He looked at Chase, nothing more than a cold blank stare, and he wanted to protest. They were fucking. They weren't lovers. They weren't boyfriends, and they didn't go to each other's places. But he was terrified and he was cold and he needed something though he couldn't be sure what or even how to begin to ask for it. All that he could really make sense of was that Chase was there, comforting him, and Connor finally turned to him with a weak nod and started toward the passenger's side of the car -- after making sure on at least three occasions that his own car was locked. "Y... Yeah, your place sounds okay, as long as you're sure you're cool with it." He was trying so desperately to keep it together, here... But there was no doubt it wouldn't be long before he fell apart.

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