Connor is no help with whatever thoughts she's having, because he just flops down and sprawls, bottle in one hand and glass in the other. He's on his fourth glass by the time she sits down, and he shifts over a little to give her room, but he doesn't seem to care if she's close. He regards the TV with a brooding gaze, and drinks, while part of his mind is very far away in a dark place.
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Date: 2010-09-24 02:39 am (UTC)