Connor had the fleeting thought that he really wished this were just a routine trip to get laid. Chase was older than him, and older than most of the guys he tended to sleep with, but with that came a level of experience that didn't leave anything to be desired. Thinking about sex was far more pleasant than thinking about why he was really here -- and for the briefest moment he was able to focus hard enough to turn the flashbacks in his brain from images of Sam lying in a pool of his own blood to flashbacks of last week in the hotel with Chase, being fucked within an inch of his life by the Aussie doctor. That didn't last long, though, and then it was right back to the memories of seeing Sam die -- memories that he couldn't erase no matter how hard he tried. "Excellent diagnostics, Dr. Chase," Connor replied with another mirthless grunt of a laugh. "Shock and anxiety... Doesn't even begin to explain it." He didn't respond to the weather talk or even to Chase's reassurances, at first, because his mind wasn't slowing down enough for him to even think about them much.
Chase was quick. There was no doubt about that, which was why Connor had ended up spending a great deal of time since they'd met coming back here to fuck Chase again. He wasn't dumb, and he wasn't weak like so many other guys Connor had fucked to try and get information about things. Chase understood the legal system pretty damn well, which Connor assumed you would have to as a doctor to protect yourself. "The law is black and white," Connor said softly, thinking out loud and musing about all the things ever, apparently. "The grey area is the part you use to keep juries on your side, and to make them question everything they're hearing." Pretty useless information that Connor may or may not have been repeating from one of his lectures at school. "It's... You have what? Murdered someone?" Connor's face changed just a little, and as Chase opened the door on his side, he met his gaze, the shiftiness gone from his eyes for a moment because he needed to know if he could believe what Chase was saying. "Okay, then," he finally said, still hugging Chase's jacket around his torso tightly. "Deal. I hope to god it's warm in your place."
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Chase was quick. There was no doubt about that, which was why Connor had ended up spending a great deal of time since they'd met coming back here to fuck Chase again. He wasn't dumb, and he wasn't weak like so many other guys Connor had fucked to try and get information about things. Chase understood the legal system pretty damn well, which Connor assumed you would have to as a doctor to protect yourself. "The law is black and white," Connor said softly, thinking out loud and musing about all the things ever, apparently. "The grey area is the part you use to keep juries on your side, and to make them question everything they're hearing." Pretty useless information that Connor may or may not have been repeating from one of his lectures at school. "It's... You have what? Murdered someone?" Connor's face changed just a little, and as Chase opened the door on his side, he met his gaze, the shiftiness gone from his eyes for a moment because he needed to know if he could believe what Chase was saying. "Okay, then," he finally said, still hugging Chase's jacket around his torso tightly. "Deal. I hope to god it's warm in your place."