Connor gave a brief nod. "That's a hell of an allergy story," he said, shaking his head. "You're lucky your ex-wife didn't finish the job if that was right before you got married. Death by stripper might be a cool story, but death by pissed off fiancee wouldn't be quite so cool. Trust me, I've heard a ton of those types of stories in classes, and they get more and more scary as they go... Pissed off women do scary shit.'

"Ah, you've got me beat there," Connor said, the teasing in his tone lost in the fact that he was still incredibly on edge. "I lost mine at the same age, but it was a twenty-two year old guy who was student teaching my English class. I'm kind of impressed you went for three times your age. I hope the secretary was at least hot. I'm pretty cynical myself, but I've never..." Suddenly, though, Chase's arm was around Connor's waist, and instead of his instant reaction per usual, which would've been to pull away or make a wisecrack about not being there for the snuggling, but at this point, Connor just let Chase be there for a while. He actually could feel himself slumping against Chase's side, letting his weight rest there for a moment or two. "So much for keeping our personal lives out of our fucks, huh?"