V felt better with the kiss, regretting that it had to break but finding comfort as Connor's forehead rested against his. He laced his fingers with Connor's and held their locked hands to his chest. The fingertips of his other hand traced lightly over Connor's cheekbone. Happy was a strong word for V right now. His melancholy tugged at the corners of his mind.

"Just glad we're here." Which was true. V was a far cry from happy even on the good days, but he was grateful for every moment right now that they were together. He was just glad things were okay. He didn't want to think about the inevitable fall of all of this. He didn't want to consider how he was going to feel when he ripped his own heart out and stabbed it with a knife. He didn't want to think about how much it was going to hurt.

It was lucky the way that Connor went quiet and V could tell he was troubled by something. V debated asking - he didn't necessarily want to dig into Connor's thoughts but Connor was always the one who encouraged him to ask questions. "What's on your mind?"