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Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

As much as Connor wished he had a clue what Andy was talking about...he didn't. Because to him, no situation ever would put him in a situation more likely to, quote unquote, win the girl. Maybe it was because he'd been burned too many times, or maybe it was letting himself fall for Caroline when she'd been so bad for him or maybe he just didn't have as much faith in himself as Andy seemed to. Regardless, Connor simply couldn't grasp how the little guys, the nerds, the dorks, the stoners, the freaks could finally be what girls wanted. Not when there were blokes that looked like Stephen and Chris running around.

He didn't get a lot of time to dwell on it, though. Soon enough, Andy was switching the subject to Connor's comment about wanting to help people and being helpless to do so. And then there was that comment about just needing a member of the management in order to change everything. Either Andy thought he had some brilliant people skills and could talk them down, or he was another of Connor's friends with a special ability. And Connor wasn't completely sure he wanted to think that. For the man who'd once believed Superman was based on a real story, so many people with skills he'd only dreamed of being not only real but in his presence daily should've been awesome. Instead, it was a bit much to take in. But Andy didn't volunteer any more information, and Connor didn't push for it. Yet. It'd come in time, he had no doubt about that. He was too inquisitive in nature to simply let a comment like that slide. But the last few years working for the ARC had taught him there was a time and a place for everything. And this wasn't it.

So instead, he could do nothing but focus on the last question. "Well, you know as much as I do," Connor said with a quiet little laugh. Another worried glance was shot in Kimberly's direction, but she seemed to have settled into a conversation with a good-looking blond. "Isn't that your girl?" he asked, nodding in her direction. "Anyway, the last couple of days I've mostly been taking are of Kimberly when I can, setting us up a place to crash, nearly suffocating, and oh, yeah, now I'm here." With a laid back shrug, Connor got to his feet. Andy's pizza had looked far too good. "Not exactly Eastenders here."