For Kon's efforts, Connor at least had to laugh. "Not a thousand," he protested, feeling a little better already. Kon sounded normal. That was the most important part, right? He was okay. He was going to be fine. But in some ways, that just made it worse. Connor knew what death looked like and his friend had most definitely been dead. This wasn't a clone thing, it was a seal thing. That bloody seal could pick and choose at will who it wanted to kill. And who it wanted to keep. That? Not cool.
"Rough week, that's all," he finally declared, letting it sit at that. Kon could do the math. He'd had his own rough week. Half of which he hadn't actually experienced because he wasn't there. Give him credit, Kon, he was trying. "You ready?"
Yes, yes they were going to ignore the giant brachiosaurus in the room. Because talking made it real and he wasn't going to let that happen. If he could erase the last week, Connor would be more than happy.