SuperBeetle because I ship them after Slavage and they're tied with Roy/Kaldur for my YJ OTP. BTW to everyone freaking about Artemis cutting her hair. She grew too, probably didn't even cut that much off. And off note: Aw Liam! Can't get over the cute little bundle of Jade/Roy. Sorry for Connor being OOC, I'm trying okay.
Connor sat down next to Jamie, who was staring intensely at his shoes. "You okay?" The clone asked awkwardly. He wasn't good at being social or confreting but Jamie was really quiet after their mission. Even Wolf could tell that something was wrong, whining softly when they got to the Cave and nuzzling the Mexican's hand gently. Now Jamie was sitting on the couch saying nothing. "Jamie."
"¿Sabes qué se siente al morir?" Jamie whispered, not looking up from his sneakers.
Connor was thankful Cadmus had programmed him to be multilingual and he understood what the fifteen year old was saying. Yeah, he kinda knew what it was like. He'd been killed in the computer symulation five years ago, but that wasn't real, no matter how real if felt. "No," he replied simply, staring at the freshmen hero.
"I felt it die, hombre," Jamie spoke, a little louder. "Being ripped to pieces. It felt like I was dying. It was too much." The Mexican curled up on himself, shaking violently. Connor tentivly wrapped his arm around the smaller male, feeling completly awkward as he did so. He leaned into the clone, not thinking about it at all as he cried. The sacrab was amazingly slient during this.
Connor felt something for this kid, no matter how much he attempted to deny it. He didn't just grab Blue because Gar was studing and there was no one else there to help him; he wanted to get to know his kid better. He was mostly cut off from the team. Connor never saw him talk to anyone besides missions. When he saw Blue faint, he swore his heart stopped at the thought Blue could have died. "It's okay Blue," he whispered, trying to confret him in the least.
He didn't realize he'd started kissing the Mexican once L'gann and M'gann walked into the room; it was only when Jamie kissed him in return, wrapping his scrawny arms around his neck. For once though, he didn't care that L'gann and M'gann were in the same room with him together. Right now all he cared about was the fifteen year old kissing him like he was the only thing keeping him alive.