It wasn't even on purpose that Connor leaned into Chase, resting his head on his shoulder as the warmth from Chase's body slowly but surely warmed Connor's. "I needed it... I just... haven't ever been really good at asking for it." He said nothing for a long time, just sitting in the silence with Chase and trying as hard as he could to catch his breath and keep control of himself when his urge was to just cry uncontrollably for the rest of forever.

"Yeah. Her husband. There was this... This girl. Lila. You might've heard about her on the news... All the major stations were covering the hell out of it. She was murdered, and she went to the school where Annalise's husband teaches." He felt sick even talking about this -- about seeing Sam in a pool of his own blood and Wes standing there in absolute shock at the realization that he'd just killed a man. "Lila was apparently fucking Sam, and she was pregnant when she died. It's a really fucking long story, but they thought that Wes -- you don't know Wes. He's a classmate -- His friend or... whatever she is did it. She tried to make sure all the evidence about Sam got out, and he tried to kill her. Wes... Wes fucking killed him first." It was such an abrupt sort of ending, and Connor took a moment to focus on breathing so that he could finish telling Chase his story. "Long story short, we got rid of the body and the murder weapon is safe, but... Fuck, I never saw anybody die before, and this? I don't know what the fuck I was thinking."