It was all he could do not to stick his head out the door, tell her he'd magically come down with the flu, and then rush off to Kon's to meet Krypto instead. What had he been thinking? But that was just it. He had been thinking. He'd been thinking a great deal. And he needed to do this. It was time. Hell, maybe it was well past time.
After a last quick check in the mirror to make sure his hair hadn't gone haywire or he hadn't splattered pumpkin pie on his shirt, Connor rushed to answer the door, nearly colliding with it in the process. Not a good sign to the start of the evening. "Hi," he offered as he swung it open, not even bothering to check who it was. A minute or two early, whatever, there was still a very good chance it was her.
And the second he saw her, ninety-eight percent of his nervousness went away. Because this was what he wanted to do. There'd be no running away from it, not this time. For better or for worse, he needed to at least make an effort. "Merry Christmas," he added, his smile relaxing considerably. "Come on in?"