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Connor rubs his jaw a little with the edge of the hand holding the glass, and takes a gulp. It steadies him the rest of the way, and he sighs, sinking deeper against the couch again. He may need a cold shower tonight, but for now, he's comfortable right here. "Sorry. I shave when I remember to..." He just doesn't remember to very often, anymore. He's also the kind of man who grows a five o-clock shadow by noon, although he's not all that hairy anywhere else.