"Carol's the boss of my life," he said dryly, lips twitching. "Really, she's basically like an agent and a personal assistant and anything else you can think of all rolled into one. I'm pretty sure there's been days that if she could tell me when to breathe, she would. She's a dear, but she also drives me up the wall sometimes, but she's good at her job and as much as I complain about her, I wouldn't get rid of her for just about anything."
In a way, her words were a relief. Though eventually she'd find out about him, he was sure, maybe for awhile he could be just plain old Connor, and have a friend based not off of what he was, but who he really was. He had so few of those. "No harm in that, next to no one pays attention to who wrote the songs. I've always had a memory for music and artists, but try asking me our presidents... I'm clueless. The human brain, I swear," he said, rolling his eyes and grinning.
"For TV, I usually order a seasons worth of stuff on DVD or on Netflix or something, when I get the yen to watch something. It's easier to keep up with that way. I can fit it in when I have a few minutes rather than have to reserve a time slot I really don't have at that point." He could imagine the crunch was at least that bad with a kid, as well. "I'll do you one better--come over some time and I'll play you a few things, if you want."