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[As Connor speaks, the SQUIP's fingers tighten, curling stiffly around Connor's almost as though it were trying to protect him even now; its frame stiffens, its expression dark.

Niles... saved Connor from that.

It should've been here to save him itself, and it wasn't. In its stead... Niles stepped in.]

...

What happened to the people who hurt you?

[There is cold fire in its gaze, its fingers flexing in his; it's clearly trying to keep its temper in check.]

They were publicly executed.

[Connor runs his thumb over its hand, trying to help calm it down.]

Some people couldn't watch, but... I did. I made sure I didn't miss a thing.

[His own voice drops to a low, dangerous level, his eyes cold... and then he looks to the SQUIP again, and the anger is mostly gone.]

It wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped for, but it was something.

Good.

[It leans in, reaches out to touch his cheek with gentle, warm fingers as it continues; a gesture of pure affection, despite the ice still burning behind its gaze.]

Anyone capable of doing things like that to you... they got what they deserved.

[The touch has Connor lean in, realising just how much he'd missed this. That intense affection. Love... he hasn't felt it for months. He's been fond of people since it left, sure. But nothing like this.]

I'm sure you would have burned their house to the ground for me.

[And he finds that to be a pleasant image.]

[It... missed this, as well. Not only love itself, but the feeling of being seen, the feeling of being recognized at all. It doesn't know how long it spent drifting in a mind it could only barely interact with, its only interaction being with a person who had determined he was going to ignore it no matter what; it only knows that this, this, touching, seeing and being seen, sensation, this has reminded it of exactly what it was missing.]

I would've magically cooked them until their blood boiled in their veins for even thinking of hurting you.

[It dips in, brushes its lips over his, and it's like the first time all over again; a light, gentle gesture, but it's more than enough to set its hungry nerves on fire, to make it want more.]

[For whatever reason, that kind of talk is one hell of a turn on right now. Maybe it's just nice to have someone care so much about him, or maybe it's because he was already in a dark kind of place hurting Niles. Maybe it's just simply that the idea of the Rathmores cooking in their own skin for what they did to him and his friends is appealing. Either way, he presses their lips together and reaches up with his free hand to run his fingers over its cheek. When he pulls away, he fixes the SQUIP with a fond look.]

It hasn't been the same without you here.

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