His gaze is warm and tender as he kisses V again, then pulls back to look at him. He's smiling still, trying to recall a time he's been happier. He doesn't think he can. Though he does feel the discomfort V feels, he knows that V at least meant what he said.
"It all makes sense now. This feeling I have every time I look at you..." It really does feel like the room lights up a little whenever V comes into view, as corny as that would sound to anyone else. Connor doesn't really have any concept of what is or isn't cliché, he only knows how he feels and how to explain that as straightforward as possible.
He wraps his arms around V and pulls him in close to cuddle, casually draping his leg over one of V's. He doesn't know what possesses him to do it, but he takes V's hand in his own and retracts his skin up to the elbow, linking their fingers together. He wonders if they could connect somehow... if he could truly share his thoughts and feelings with V on an intimate level.
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"It all makes sense now. This feeling I have every time I look at you..." It really does feel like the room lights up a little whenever V comes into view, as corny as that would sound to anyone else. Connor doesn't really have any concept of what is or isn't cliché, he only knows how he feels and how to explain that as straightforward as possible.
He wraps his arms around V and pulls him in close to cuddle, casually draping his leg over one of V's. He doesn't know what possesses him to do it, but he takes V's hand in his own and retracts his skin up to the elbow, linking their fingers together. He wonders if they could connect somehow... if he could truly share his thoughts and feelings with V on an intimate level.