The knock startled Con, just enough that he rolled out of his bed, springing to his feet.
"Coming!" He called out before bounding over to the door, much like the puppy that more than one person had actively referred to him as, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. The movements it took to pull the door open only took a moment and the second that Conner saw Izzy, he knew something was wrong. He didn't have the force. He wasn't magical. He wasn't even always very observant, but he could tell.
"Hey!" The blond teenager reached out for the girl who, despite everything, had become his best friend....pulling her into an unapologetic hug, shirtless and all. "What's up, Iz?" He pulled back enough to look down at her, giving her that smile, the one she had probably found annoying....more than a few times to try and cheer her up in some way or another, already.