"And grape tastes like shit," Connor replied, almost as if he were reading it off a cue card. His emotional state was so far out of his control that it was ridiculous, and at the moment, it just felt like a roller coaster. One minute he was laughing hysterically, the next slightly amused about a conversation about lube, and in a few minutes, once the doors of Chase's apartment closed behind them, he was pretty sure he was going to be sobbing, possibly curled up in a ball in the corner. "I'm pretty sure swelling from an allergic reaction isn't the best way to go about male enhancement -- and in all honesty, you really don't have any need to enhance anything."
He seriously considered protesting Chase taking the Valium, but there would be no arguing with the doctor, and Connor knew it. Chase had kicked into protective doctor mode, and on some level, Connor was clinging to that as much as he could. It was not his usual way to let himself rely on other people, but this was absolutely necessary right now or there was literally no way of knowing what Connor might do. "Thank you," he murmured softly to Chase, a definite level of humility in his tone, again, far outside his usual cocky bitchiness. He had no idea what he might do left alone with Valium. Contrary to what he'd told Oliver, he really didn't have a drug problem. He had used them in the past, recreationally, but these days, he had far too much to lose. Stuff he might lose now anyway, because he was covering up a goddamn murder. "I mostly just think about your being older than me in terms of you having more sexual experience, which works for me. But I guess you do have a point. Things can change in the blink of an eye when it comes to law. Hell, things can change in the blink of an eye when it comes to life in general -- obviously. But no... Not a pedo serial killer. I can't even stomach what just happened... Much less committing a murder myself." There would be no arguing Chase's point about drinking, so Connor didn't push it. Instead he just followed the doctor into the building, still trying to keep his focus on holding himself together.
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He seriously considered protesting Chase taking the Valium, but there would be no arguing with the doctor, and Connor knew it. Chase had kicked into protective doctor mode, and on some level, Connor was clinging to that as much as he could. It was not his usual way to let himself rely on other people, but this was absolutely necessary right now or there was literally no way of knowing what Connor might do. "Thank you," he murmured softly to Chase, a definite level of humility in his tone, again, far outside his usual cocky bitchiness. He had no idea what he might do left alone with Valium. Contrary to what he'd told Oliver, he really didn't have a drug problem. He had used them in the past, recreationally, but these days, he had far too much to lose. Stuff he might lose now anyway, because he was covering up a goddamn murder. "I mostly just think about your being older than me in terms of you having more sexual experience, which works for me. But I guess you do have a point. Things can change in the blink of an eye when it comes to law. Hell, things can change in the blink of an eye when it comes to life in general -- obviously. But no... Not a pedo serial killer. I can't even stomach what just happened... Much less committing a murder myself." There would be no arguing Chase's point about drinking, so Connor didn't push it. Instead he just followed the doctor into the building, still trying to keep his focus on holding himself together.