"I'd never last long with anybody with 'iron-cast ethics' myself. Then again, I never last long with anybody, except when it comes to stamina... You know all about that. I'm not the boyfriend type. Sure as hell not the husband type. Then again, you didn't seem that way either when I met you, and then I find out you gave it the old college try at least." He paused, thinking that over for a moment before adding, "But I guess you're not married now, so you're probably not the husband type either. She sounds like a good person, though. In criminal law, you don't meet a lot of those."

Connor managed a small smirk of his own at that. "I know. At the time I thought it was the most badass thing ever, and I bragged about it extensively. Now it's almost embarrassing how after-school-special it is. He was a good lay, though. I'll give him that." Chase's comment about his mom, almost casually spoken in the confines of the conversation, caught Connor totally off his guard, and he looked him over for a moment, feeling a knot building up in his throat. He seriously couldn't get a handle on his goddamn emotions here and he was frustrated over that. "I guess I did. To be fair, I didn't even know where I was going when I started this way. I was halfway here before I even realized it. I don't need to be on suicide watch. I just need to sleep, and I don't know how the fuck I'm going to sleep because I can't stop..." His words caught in his throat and as soon as they were inside, and the door was closed behind them, Connor looked at Chase, opening his mouth to try and start to explain, and he just fucking lost it, the words he intended to say lost in a choked sob as his forehead came to rest on Chase's shoulder."