Connor's not so dense that he doesn't start to figure this one out, after a quiet moment of thought. "Duncan has his own life. I... need to talk to him, but even if he forgives me... Well, I thought I'd tell him about this place, but I'm not going to live with him. They did, for years, back when Duncan was his student. Now, it would just be weird and they'd end up grousing at each other. Plus Duncan would get all the women.
He reaches for her hand again gently. "I was going to sell the car because I won't need it anymore, if I'm... staying here." He smiles sheepishly, looking down. "I'm scared to get involved with you, but not scared enough to run away. I just need to take it a little slow. But I need to get things in order because I was planning to come back here." His other hand runs through his hair, making it stick out worse. "And I live out of the suitcase because I only have six shirts and two pairs of jeans. It looks pathetic if I stick it in a drawer."
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Date: 2010-09-29 04:43 pm (UTC)He reaches for her hand again gently. "I was going to sell the car because I won't need it anymore, if I'm... staying here." He smiles sheepishly, looking down. "I'm scared to get involved with you, but not scared enough to run away. I just need to take it a little slow. But I need to get things in order because I was planning to come back here." His other hand runs through his hair, making it stick out worse. "And I live out of the suitcase because I only have six shirts and two pairs of jeans. It looks pathetic if I stick it in a drawer."