Connor woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. The sun wasn't up yet and Oliver was snoring next to him. Annalise wanted everyone at the house by 5am to prep for the new client. Mustering up enough will power, Connor pulled himself out of bed and into the shower.

As the water ran over his body, Connor's mind slipped back to the previous night. Connor loved Oliver, but it was the same thing every night. Ever since Oliver quit his job he had a lot of extra time on his hands. Connor's job monopolized every second of his life, and he used to love coming home to Oliver. However, now it was almost annoying. It was the same conversation over the same take out dinner and the same sex in the same position. Altogether, it was the same everything.

Stepping out of the shower and moving into the bedroom to get dressed, Connor's eyes rolled over Oliver's body. He was still attracted to him, but Connor didn't feel a spark like he used to. Maybe it was true what everybody said; Connor Walsh was not a relationship man.

Everybody besides Laurel was at the house when Connor got there. Michaela handed Connor a coffee as soon as he put his bags down in the living room. Asher was talking to Bonnie and Frank was somewhere in Annalise's office. Connor's eyes landed on Wes in the corner of the room. Wes had a large black eye and a small cut across his eyelid. Connor was about to question him when Michaela spoke up.

"Connor Annalise ordered me to go through a box of discovery in the other room, please help me get it done before she gets out of the meeting with our new client."

Connor wanted to protest, but Michaela dragged him into the other room.

"Michaela, what the hell? What happened to Wes's face? Who did that to him?" Connor didn't exactly know why, but he felt anger rising through his entire body. It was like his entire body and soul wanted to find the person who did this to Wes and beat the crap out of him. The sudden feelings overwhelmed him. Connor hadn't felt this much passion for something since he first met Oliver in the bar, and that scared him.

"We don't know what happened. He came in this morning and Frank, Asher, and I pressed him for half and hour. He wouldn't answer our questions and now he won't even talk about it. Let it go." Michaela's face showed her anger with the situation.

"Michaela we need to talk to him, he could be in some sort of trouble. We can't just let this go, he might need help. I won't let this go." Connor moved passed her and back into the living room where Wes was sitting on the couch.

"Wes." Connor questioned him but Wes didn't even look up at him.

"Connor I don't want to talk about it, just let it go." His eyes never left the pack of files he was reading.

"No Wes, I won't let this go. Something happened to you and we need to know about it. It's not just Annalise protecting us, we all protect each other."

Wes threw the files onto the floor and jumped off the couch.

"You care?! It's not like we are all friends. We never talk unless we are trying to cover our own asses. I have never had a conversation with you that wasn't about Sam or Rebecca or Annalise's shooting or any of the horrible things we have all done. I told everyone I was fine and I didn't want to talk about it and even if I did why would I want to talk about it with someone who has never EVER shown me that he cares about my health or feelings!"

Connor stood at the base of the couch frozen in his shoes. He never realized that Wes had so much bottled up inside. They all carried burdens from what they had done, but now that he realized it, they all had someone to work it out with. He had Oliver, Asher was with Bonnie, Frank was with Laurel, and even Michaela had her boyfriend. Wes had nobody to go and talk to.

Before he realized what was happening, Wes was pushing past him and out the door of the house. Everyone was quiet before Frank spoke up.

"Alright kids, this case goes to trial in five hours and we need something to refute their witness. Forget what just happened and do the job that Annalise trusts you to do."

Laurel walked in at that moment and took in the energy of the room. She shot a questionable glare towards Frank who sent her a look back letting her know it wasn't the time to speak up.

Asher and Michaela scrambled back to work but Connor was frozen. The situation washed over him and it made him suddenly sick. He needed to fix things with Wes, he would not be able to get anything done with this feeling in his stomach.

"Frank...I need to f-fix this. I need to..I just.." Connor stuttered out his excuse but Frank just nodded and motioned towards the door.

Connor rushed out the door and scanned the driveway. Wes's car was still in the drive way so he must be within walking distance. Finally spotting him far away on the street, Connor took off towards him.

"WES! Wes please just stop for a minute." Connor caught up to Wes and pulled him into the alley.

Wes looked at him with a glazed over expression, like he wasn't even aware of the situation. Connor was panting to try and catch his breath. They stayed like that for a few moments before Connor crashed his lips onto Wes.

Nobody moved. They stayed frozen with Connor's lips on Wes. Connor had his arms on Wes's shoulders from when he had pulled him into the alley and Wes's arms were pushed up against the bricks. Connor was preparing for Wes to throw him off and possibly punch him, but that didn't happen.

Instead Wes flipped them so Connor was against the wall and started to kiss him. Connor became helpless under Wes as he moved him hands under Connor's legs. Connor let Wes lift him up and he wrapped his legs around Wes's hips.

Wes moved his lips down to Connor's neck and started to bite and lick him. "Oh god Oliver..."

Wes pulled back and let Connor's legs fall to the floor. Taking multiple steps back, Wes's eyes clouded over again. Connor tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out. Wes looked back at him and flashed a smile that made Connor's heart break.

"That didn't happen. Nobody, especially, Oliver needs to find out Connor. I won't tell anyone." And before Connor could stop him, Wes had turned around and walked back down the street and into the house.