There was something so right about seeing Abby standing there, holding Rex. It was like being back home, almost. Oh, Cutter wasn't there and never would be again and he had finally had some time to heal. And obviously they wouldn't be chasing dinosaurs back to their homes anytime soon. But it was something. A piece of London right there in Lawrence.
Connor just gave her a sideways smile when she started babbling about him having been there talking to her. Wait. Indecent exposure and they'd been talking? No. No, see, that wasn't where his head needed to be. Especially considering she had Rex with her and that meant it wasn't, but that didn't stop his mind from wandering.
"We can walk there. It's not far. And then we should put you to bed, you look...pretty miserable." He wanted to keep her awake, talk to her, find out everything that had happened after he'd left but... If she was sick, she'd need her rest.
Taking a breath, he reached out and tickled Rex under his chin the way he'd always liked. The little lizard seemed to know something was different but he didn't argue and gave Connor an affectionate little squeak before curling back up against Abby. "I've been here for months, Abby. Nearly a year, now. We've been grabbed by a Biblical seal, one of the many that was covering Lucifer's cage in hell. It's chosen us to fight the Apocalypse and end the war between good and evil, demons and angels, so on and so forth. Crap that should be in the fiction section of the library but we're here, living it." Because Connor wasn't exactly a religious kind of man.
He hesitated, wondering exactly how to proceed. "It pulls people from different worlds. Different times and planets and dimensions. And sometimes, it pulls people from the same world but different times. Like you and me. To you, we were just talking. But to me? I'm from a year or more before you. I had my twenty-sixth birthday here." Meaning he was considerably younger than she'd remember. He was just really glad the age difference was level now rather than he being an older woman or something. He'd probably have to make a cougar joke.