Not really Connor/Abby, unless you squint
Connor leaned back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't move for a good ten minutes before someone came and interrupted him.
"Hey Connor, we kinda need your... what's up?"
Connor looked over to see Abby standing there with a confused look on her face. She frowned at him and walked over.
"You okay?" she asked quietly, looking around. The place hadn't quite been cleaned up completely yet from the attack; debris still lay around and the slight smell of smoke hung in the air incessantly.
"Not really."
Abby pulled up a chair and sat beside him. She didn't say anything; they just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Connor shifted. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands.
"It's just another one," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I know that it's a risk with our jobs and all, but..." Connor trailed off for a second "It's so damn hard."
"Connor, I don't..."
"First Stephen, then Cutter. Lester too, nearly."
Abby finally realised, and put a hand on her friend's back.
"I know. It's just not fair. They were good people."
"How are you coping?" Connor asked, looking up at her with apology "I didn't even ask..."
"It hasn't really hit yet, I guess. The whole time he was lying there, I was waiting for him to walk out – for it to be the clone who was lying there, dead. And I think I still am; just hoping he's gonna
walk through the door."
Connor gave her a half-smile.
"It's just not fair."
"No. Death isn't fair. But we have to be glad that we're still here."