"Okay, hold the phone," Connor said, stunned. He held up a hand, his face torn between excitement and shock. "You guys were the ones? The whole cause of the Roswell conspiracy? I knew it! I knew it really existed, I knew they were hiding something! And I knew you guys were real, no matter who tried to disprove it." Just one more thing Connor loved about this place. Oh, sure, demons were trying to kill them around every corner and god knew, it really sucked having Lucifer on your tail. And he missed home. Abby and the flat and Sarah and Jenny and hell, he even kind of missed Becker. But there was proof of magic and alien life and things Connor had spent most of his life wishing were real. And fictional characters? Heaven. Absolute heaven.
But even if he wasn't the smoothest social creature, he knew when someone was hurting. He smiled a little and patted the spot next to him. She could take it as an invitation if she wanted, or else a nervous habit if she didn't. "Pretty cool little talent you've got here. I wondered why I could remember my dream so clearly the next day. Usually it's all kind of fuzzy. And then you show up on the forum? Totally freaked me out."
"So yeah," he continued, stretching his legs out in front of him. He was pretty sure he was clear of creatures, but wouldn't that be his luck? Have a serious conversation with a pretty, mostly sweet alien girl and then get eaten by a dream future creature? "You're definitely not the only one. And even the ones from this planet are different in their own ways. Superpowers or magic or lives of crime or honest to goodness geniuses." Which included him, he supposed, but he wasn't going to start bragging or something when he was finally getting on well with the blonde girl he'd been so suspicious of.