Connor knew that if he got caught, then he would be in for a world of trouble. Sure, as the son of the president, he wasn't at nearly the kind of risk that anyone else in the militia would be under the same circumstances.
It was no secret that Sebastian Monroe had been beginning to lose it since his precious partner in crime, Miles Matheson, had tried to assassinate him and run off. Now, he had his opportunity to lure his old friend back in with a brand new Matheson prisoner to dangle as bait and Connor was curious to see what the big deal was about him.
He saw no reason for his father to want Miles Matheson back, although he had not known who his father was until after the other man had already left, and he had no interest in meeting the ex-general. Instead, he was going to sneak in to see the precious new prisoner, who he had found out from his father was being pampered as if it would trick him into thinking that he was staying at a spa and was not a prisoner. Connor wanted to appease his curiosity and find out what the Matheson knew, so that was exactly what he decided to do.
Danny was lying on top of his new bed, staring up at the ceiling as his mind drifted elsewhere, outside of his new cell. He was abruptly ripped back into the room though as he heard footsteps in the doorway, which divided the rooms of the over-the-top cell that Monroe had given him in order to try to provide a feeling of false comfort.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked when he looked up to find a curly-haired man, not too much older than him, standing just inside the room. He was wearing the militia uniform that Danny had grown all too familiar with, accompanied by a smug look on his face.
"So, you're the nephew of the infamous Miles Matheson," Connor commented in a tone that he had meant to sound impressed, but that had actually come out with just a hint too much bitterness infused within it. "What's that like?"
"I wouldn't know," Danny responded coldly. "I really don't feel like talking about my family. Besides, I've never even met my uncle. And if I did it was before the blackout, while I was a baby, and I don't remember it, but I doubt that he was whispering militia or rebel secrets into my ear before the militia even existed."
The older man let out a laugh at that before he admitted, "I'm not really interested in talking about Miles Matheson either."
"Right. That's why you showed up in my room asking about him," Danny agreed sarcastically.
"I was just wondering what all the fuss is about," Connor insisted. "Personally, I can't imagine what makes your uncle such a big deal. Somehow I doubt that he lives up to all the talk."
"Does Monroe know you're in here?" Danny asked, feeling a sudden power shift within the room. "What would he say if he found out that one of his men snuck into my room and started badmouthing my uncle, who he seems strangely set on getting back? ...Maybe I'll find out, considering I could just tell him and see how much trouble it gets you into."
"You could tell him, but what are you going to say? You don't know who I am and I doubt that President Monroe doesn't have better things to do than spend his days trying to find out who came in for an unwarranted chat with the Matheson kid."
Connor knew that wasn't true. If it had something to do with his precious Mathesons, then Connor was sure that his father would not waste any resources to find out who had gone near them. Of course, he was also sure that would never be necessary, since he knew that his father would almost certainly immediately guess that he was the one listening to his own curiosity rather than his orders. Danny didn't have to know that though. Danny didn't even know who he was, which was a nice change of pace as far as getting himself into trouble went.
"Maybe, but I'm sure that if I called out for those guards outside they would not be happy to find you here," the blonde pointed out.
"What makes you convinced they aren't my friends and didn't let me in?" Connor challenged as a smile pulled at his lips. "Go ahead, call for them."
Danny hesitated for a moment. He was sure that the soldier was probably bluffing, but he also knew that this was the first real entertainment he'd had since he had been taken from his village and the closest thing to a pleasant conversation he'd had in as long. So he made no move to alert the guards to the man's presence, at least for the time being.
"Why is asking about my uncle, who you apparently couldn't care less about, important enough to risk getting caught in here?" He challenged instead.
The older man shrugged as an arrogant smile formed on his lips at the realization that the boy wasn't going to call his bluff. "Because I knew I wouldn't get caught."
Danny was expecting the soldier to leave then, since he had gotten all of the answers that he had been looking for, or at the very least gotten enough information to realize that he wasn't going to find out anything from him, but instead he went to sit down at the table across the room. Danny had a sudden urge to point out how every moment the man spent in there was another moment that he could get caught, but something made him bite his tongue and, for the first time in a long time, he prevented himself from making a snarky comment for his own amusement.
"So you're stuck here just because you were born into the wrong family," Connor pointed out as if it was a question.
"That and because Monroe has some insane obsession with my family," Danny shot back.
A grin formed on Connor's lips at that. He liked this kid. He hadn't been expecting to feel anything but annoyance towards a Matheson that was frankly being treated far too importantly for his worth, so it was a surprise when he found himself enjoying the other man's company. There was something in the snark and lack of fear that drew him in. He was used to flat out aggression or people kissing his ass. It was something else listening to Danny voice his own concerns about his father, without any fear of the consequences or knowledge of who exactly he was talking to. It was refreshing really and Connor found himself almost feeling sorry for him. Almost.
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