"He deserved to die. He would've killed that girl -- Rebecca. I'm not sorry he's dead. I've just never seen a murder happen before, and I just... If they find out that I helped cover it up, I'll never be an attorney. I'll be in jail, and after that, there'll be no way that anybody's going to want to give me a chance to finish law school. I'd never even get a public defender job. Not a chance in hell. I worked too hard for this shit, and I could lose it now in the blink of an eye... And I'm not even the one who fucking killed him." He looked at Chase, wondering if the doctor could see the utter helplessness that he felt inside written all over his face.

"Seriously? You're fucking lucky you're alive. Hell... I'm fucking lucky you're alive. If you weren't here tonight, I don't know where I'd be. But those are the kinds of things you never expect to happen. You never think you're going to see somebody murdered in front of you... or have to do the murdering yourself. The thing is... I didn't save anybody or help anybody really with what I did, unless you want to consider hiding the body for Wes to be helping him. Honestly, I think he would've been able to get off anyway. A lot of good damn reasons he could've gotten out of it." Connor ran his hands through his hair before he laid his head on Chase's shoulder again, more for warmth than anything. "I don't want to waste my life, either. I just don't know how to stop feeling out of control."