Conner doesn't know how they talked him into this, a proposition crazier than anything he's done as the hero they don't know about. Somehow, between Marvin's sloppy grin as he clambers shyly onto Conner's lap, and the feeling of Wendy's lips pressed smiling against his bare shoulders, this drunken mess doesn't seem nearly as wrong as it should.
"We won't tell Megan," Wendy whispers conspiratorially. Marvin laughs.
Conner sighs. "It doesn't matter."
Secrets are pointless. If M'gann respected his privacy, his thoughts...he'd be with her tonight.
Not here.