He winced slightly at the sound of knee meeting chair. Connor had crashed into enough inanimate objects in his lifetime that he knew that collision didn't feel too good. That and the running dialogue, which took one of those sharp turns to something else completely. Was that what all the stumbling had been about? Checking to make sure his ex wasn't in the kitchen before he entered? If that was it, he was lucky she wasn't. That kind of an entrance didn't go unnoticed. "Unless someone's lurking invisible around here, there's just the two."
The moment he said it, a thoughtful look appeared and he glanced over the kitchen briefly. That explanation he'd been given to read on arrival had mentioned people with superpowers around. Someone in the building could have had that ability. He shook his head dismissively and took a drink. As long as they weren't bothering him.
He listened quietly, fingers tapping patiently against the side of the porcelain mug. It was starting to make a small amount of sense why this guy would be cautious what room he entered. "I've never had the misfortune of angering a woman enough for her to swear vengeance, so no." The criminal underworld of Boston was another matter. "They've got a talent for it." His shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug. "Don't worry. I've heard way worse." Moving away from the counter, he held out his hand. "I'm Connor. Only been here a couple of weeks."