Holding his breath, Connor waited. This had been his decision. The weapon still lay on the floor of the flat, waiting to be called on if necessary. The question was, if the weapon lying on the couch would give him enough time to reach for it. For a brief, lingering moment, all he could think was how much danger he'd put Abby in. She hadn't asked for this. She was only in the next room and if anything happened to him, he'd have no time to warn her.
The voice that spoke wasn't Kon's. That wasn't a voice that was going to whinge at him for bacon cheeseburgers or complain about school or snark about the annoying people in his life. It was empty, lifeless. Connor had read enough on Kon's life before meeting him to have an idea of what that voice meant. And it was scary. But not so much for his own safety, but as what his friend had been driven to.
"We're going to get them back, Kon. I know we will. Everyone wants to help. No one wants them hurt. Or you. Least of all me. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?" In some ways, Kon was the little brother Connor had never wanted. He'd always been really good at being an only child. But the emotions he felt when around Kon? Definitely what he felt having a kid brother might've been like. Occasional annoyance, random cases of silly immaturity, and a sense that nothing was going to hurt this kid so long as Connor was standing watch.
He'd lost enough. He'd lost Cutter, and Stephen, and Tom. He'd lost friends to the Seal, he'd lost his little girl and his girlfriend in one quick fall of an ax. And he'd already lost Kon once. He wasn't going to stand there and lose him again.
"Come back to me, mate. We need you right now. You. I want to help you, but you've got to let me."