Connor stood silently as the small group of old team mates took in the information that was being present to them. The hum of the ARC machinery was still as ever present as it used to be, but it no longer provided Connor with that excited contentment that it once did. Too many people had died for him to still marvel at the work they were doing, and it was moments like this, that were becoming all too familiar, that he felt a little trapped. They had been given this gift, as the Professor had called it, yet even if they wanted to ignore it, if they had any semblance of a conscious there was no way any of them would turn their back on the responsibility that came with this knowledge.
He wanted to speak, to say something to alleviate the bad mood, to let Becker know that he was sorry not just for his sill comment, but for whatever situation had resulted in this, and he wondered how the Captain had coped in the days afterwards. Becker had always been the kind of man who took pride and responsibility for everything he did, and Connor knew that he would be beating himself up about things, but the student had no words. Well, none that would help.
His fingers twitched slightly as Abby's touched his, and the urge to throw his arms around her and hold her tightly to himself was nearly overwhelming. He was so aware, and had been for most of the past year, that his survival was solely due to Abby's decisions and actions; if she hadn't been with him he would definitely have ended up like Sarah. As Abby began to speak to Becker, Connor was so grateful to her for just being her. She had been so strong for them in the Cretaceous, and now he felt relief that there was someone there who could formulate a cohesive and sensitive sentence in the situation. For a brief second, he imagined how it would feel if they ever lost Abby, and the events of the day suddenly manifested themselves physically, and he felt a wave of nausea hit him.
"I'm sorry..." he said harhsly, stepping away from the wall and clumsily pushing past Becker and Danny, breaking their contact. "I need to get some air..."
He stumbled away from the others, aware that other eyes were watching them all with a strange interest. They were probably the talk of the building now, gossip would be spreading like wildfire, but Connor couldn't have cared less. He wiped a hand across his face, forcing back sobs as he moved down the corridor, suddenly aware that he had no idea where an exit was.