Okay, so apparently he'd been completely off base. So sue him. Like it was Connor's fault that Nikki's sudden appearance and departure coinciding with Luther's angst was merely a coincidence. Honestly he still wasn't convinced that his partner hadn't been hit with some big revelation but that was probably more about Connor's insecurities than about Luther himself. After all, Connor was a creature of habit. He liked traveling around just fine but try and make him drive a different car and he'd throw a hissy fit. Ask him to watch something other than what was normally scheduled on a Thursday night and his reaction would cause you to think that you'd asked him to do something obscene. So no, he hadn't enjoyed having new, different, lady shaped people in his hotel room. The fact that one of them was a part of Luther's past -a part of him that he kept so closed off most of the time- only added insult to injury.
He probably should have just kept his mouth shut but Connor couldn't help shaking his head emphatically, going there even though he likely wouldn't be thanked for it. "No, it's Nikki's fault her brother's a cripple. Not yours." If she'd had a shred of loyalty then she never would have revealed Luther's secret and her brother would never have proceeded to get into such a stupid fight. Ergo, two working legs. So Luther could try to pin that little mishap on himself but Connor was having none of it.
"Then what the hell's going on with you?" he asked with a frown, his tone of voice rising a little due to his frustration. "Because apparently I'm not psychic after all and the last time I checked there was no guidebook on navigating the inner workings of Luther Thorne's mind. And trust me, I checked Amazon. Twice." Which was possibly true because this was Connor after all. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from babbling any further and then added in a slightly hurt voice, "I tell you everything. I hate when you just lie there and... and stew."