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Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Connor gave an awkward little laugh and ducked his head with a shrug. "Sometimes I forget we don't all have the same programs. We get so many of yours back home... Yeah. Anyway, it's a show my ex-girlfriend Caroline used to watch. Well, I don't know, maybe she still does, but I don't talk to her anymore so I wouldn't exactly know, would I?" He was rambling again. If he didn't get a curb on that, he was going to get kicked around by someone. In fact, he was pretty sure a few times, Stephen had considered slipping into the flat and smothering him in his sleep. And sadly, he wasn't sure he'd blame him.

He watched Kimberly a moment longer, caught that tight smile of hers, and gave a reassuring nod in her direction. Elliott... He'd seen her around, talked to her in the journals. If Kimberly was in danger from anyone in this place, Elliott wasn't the one. Connor wasn't worried about her. Not at that exact moment, at least. "She's cute," he commented, then looked away quickly. Even saying it felt like some form of betrayal to Kimberly. He was still allowed to look at other women, right? It was only a kiss.

"Anyway," Connor rushed on, shooting Andy a grin, "what did you get tormented with in the end? Mine wasn't so bad, really. Okay, it sucked. Watching Kimberly drown was pretty fucking traumatic, but aside from that, it was good, really. What'd they get you with? Severed heads? Bring back someone from your olden days?" Olden days? What was he, ninety? Or Lester? Good God.