Drabble : Conphen!Verse : Telling
AN: a bit of almost-fluff, set a week or so after 'smirk' and 'worry'. :3
Even though Connor had been the one to push this, he was now the one who was most nervous - outwardly, at least. He knew that Stephen was worried what Nick would think, and he was worried, too. They knew Abby was on their side - at least, she hadn't had any protests of any sort.
But none of that did anything to dispell their nerves. They'd discussed how this was going to go, several times, and a few times Connor considered whether Stephen was right. Maybe it was just easier to do it his way; aka: do nothing about telling them until there was a reason to tell them, like an emergency or they saw them kissing or whatnot. But even though he was being a scaredy cat, Connor didn't want to do that; he didn't want to have to mind what he did and what he said around the others, even if Stephen said he didn't need to really do that either.
No, the dark haired young man thought as he slipped his hand into his boyfriend's, they were going to do this, today. Stephen glanced at him, squeezing his hand gently and smiling.
"You okay, Conn?"
Connor nodded, meeting the othr man's blue eyes.
"Yeah, I think so." Stephen chuckled lightly, and they walked on towards the table where their friends and teammates sat.
"You ready?"
"I couldn't not be."
