[Yep. That laugh more or less confirms it. If he weren't certain that he wasn't talkin' to the real Connor before, he sure as shit is now.]
Wouldn't you...hng. [One socket closes down as he fists his phalanges over his shirt, the tired straining of his SOUL aching in his rib cage as it tries to keep up with the ringer he's been puttin' it through.] ...like to know.
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Wouldn't you...hng. [One socket closes down as he fists his phalanges over his shirt, the tired straining of his SOUL aching in his rib cage as it tries to keep up with the ringer he's been puttin' it through.] ...like to know.