WHO: Connor Murphy & Evan Hansen WHERE: Evan and Susan's apartment. WHEN: [Post Dated] Last day before Christmas break begins, after this. WHAT: Connor confronts Evan about Susan's expectations. WARNINGS: Possibly cussing, maybe some anger but mostly just frustrations. Also, marijuana use. STATUS: Closed | Incomplete
Connor looked around the room Susan had set up for Evan and he found himself smiling. He guessed that she'd gotten a few things that he had picked out, because even having just met officially, Connor could see hints of Evan in here. It had been decided that Connor would stay with Susan and Evan. Susan had told them that she would work to get them a bigger apartment so that they could each have their own rooms, but for the time being, asked Evan if he would mind sharing his room.
Evan had, in his own way, agreed and so here they were. Connor standing awkwardly against the closed door as he looked anywhere but directly at Evan. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't sleeping, dreaming, or on a seriously trippy high. He wasn't even going to try to make sense of what was really going on. His head already throbbed if he thought too much on it.
Instead, Connor chose to deal with the things he could deal with. Right now, that was asking Evan why Susan seemed to think they were close friends. He slipped his hand into the front pocket of his bag, pulling out a hair tie. With the quick movements of someone well practiced in getting their hair pulled back in a messy bun, Connor did just that. He then took his bag off of his shoulder, set it down, and moved to the only chair in the room.
"So... Evan, right? Um, when I was in the principal's office and met Susan?" He tilted his head slightly, watching the other for his reactions before plowing ahead. "Well, she seemed to be sure that I'd be happy to hear that you were here. Kind of as if she... I don't know, thought we were friends. Close friends..." He glanced away for a moment, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous he sounded. "So, what's that all about, huh? I mean, the last thing I remember before I got here was I was signing your cast. Look, I still have your Sharpie. I just appeared here and I still had it in my hand." He pulled the Sharpie out of his pocket to show Evan, as if proof was absolutely required. He then threw up his hands, obviously confused.
"Where I came from, I'd just met you. I don't get it."