Laying on his bed with his hands neatly folded over his chest Connor stared up at the blank ceiling above him and watched the late night hour tick away slowly to a new dawn. Despite his numerous attempts to activate his rest mode to get some sleep for the night Connor just couldn't seem to close his eyes and drift off to sleep. Watching as one in the morning turned into two, Connor sighed and sat upright in his bed with frustration. Dragging his right hand through his messy locks of hair Connor looked over at his aquarium and noticed that Baron seemed to be asleep, as far as he could tell when it came to the sleep patterns of fish, and knew that Hank and Sumo were both asleep elsewhere in the house.

Moving slowly and quietly Connor swung his legs over the edge of his bed, stood up and walked over to his closed door to step outside of the bedroom for a moment. Creeping down the hallway with his blue L.E.D. creating a soft cyan ambience throughout the darkened space Connor entered the livingroom, and eyed the dozens of books lining the bookshelf. Having read all Hank's books at least twice Connor didn't have much interest in the known stories and decided to instead watching television in hope the white noise would be enough to help him block out his intrusive thoughts and finally enter rest mode.

Cybernetically Connor turned on the television and lowered the volume to nearly mute as his superior hearing would allow him to hear whatever was being broadcast without accidentally waking Hank up in the process. Choosing to lay down on his left side over the length of the couch Connor stretched out and began cybernetically checking through the channels in search of something soothing, or even boring, to help him to fall asleep.

The news broadcast was on repeat from the previous evening and didn't contain any information that Connor didn't already know. The impending trials of Perkins and the mayor were going to begin soon, but Connor had no interest in either case. He already knew that both men were guilty and had no stake in the case as anyone with even a shred of decency would make sure the men were locked up for the remainder of their lives.

"Humans are so dramatic at times."

Cycling through the channels one at a time Connor settled on a movie channel that was playing an old, cheesy sci-fi film from the 1960's. The film was being mocked by a man and two robots, and Connor found the concept to be as interesting as it was illogical. Appreciating the humor and irony of the situation Connor tried to close his eyes and merely listen to the commentary about the film, but his mind was still racing with so many confusing thoughts and feelings that the simple process of rest was being overridden.

The movie came to an end and soon another cheesy movie followed, this time in the theme of a Western. Unable to focus entirely on the movie, unable to sleep and unable to do anything but think, Connor's blue L.E.D. flashed to yellow and he nearly jumped out of his artificial skin when Hank's strong hand suddenly clamped down on his right shoulder.

"Whoa! Sorry!" Hank apologized sincerely as he took back his hand and stared at Connor from over the back of the couch. "Didn't mean to scare ya'."

"...It's all right." Sitting upright on the couch Connor became aware of the new time and noted that he had been awake all night long. With his L.E.D. now back into its standard blue coloration Connor regained his composure and his voice steadied. "I didn't hear you walk down the hallway."

"I didn't expect to see you laying on the couch. How long have you been up?"

There was no point in denying how long he had been awake and as such Connor replied honestly. "Since yesterday morning."

"You didn't sleep at all?"

"...No."

"I think you should stay home today and try to rest. I don't want to deal with a sleep deprived deviant all day."

"I'll be fine. Unlike humans androids don't suffer ill effects from poor rest."

"Uh-huh, then why rest in the first place if it's not that important?"

"Rest is used to restore our energy an recharge our power cell. I can go a full week without rest, remember?"

"You shouldn't do that though. Sleeping once a week can't be good for you on a mental level."

"Maybe."

"Well, since we're still on desk duty until something important happens I guess it'll be fine." Standing up and stepping away from the back of the couch Hank made his way into the kitchen to prepare himself a modest breakfast. As he set foot inside the side room Sumo grumbled and followed after Hank after he finally jumped down from the bed at the end of the hallway, and came in search of his own breakfast. "Just don't act grumpy or sleep deprived around me. I might smack ya' if you get too lippy."

Somewhat insulted by the request Connor watched as Sumo slowly plodded into the kitchen, then rose to his feet to join the senior detective in the kitchen as well. "I assure you that I won't be 'grumpy'."

The precinct was thankfully quiet all morning long and there were no additional cases that needed immediate attention. The usual complaints of illegal parking, loud noises and trespassing had come in and had already been sorted through, but with Perkins and the mayor still under a magnifying glass the other cases were far less interesting to those stuck on desk duty. While the only two members of the deviant division sat at their respective desks and went about their assigned tasks Hank watched Connor's somewhat sluggish movements due to being fatigued, and did his best to not stare at the deviant's glassy eyes. It wasn't the first time Hank's worked with an exhausted partner, but it was the first time he's had to work with an exhausted deviant.

Connor hovered his hands over his keyboard as he manually typed up his report, then suddenly froze mid sentence. The blue L.E.D. in his right temple shifted to yellow and his eyes focused on the entrance to the bullpen with an intense gaze. A small commotion had formed when Tina herself finally returned to the precinct for the first time in over a month since she and Connor had been attacked in the interview room. She was currently being swarmed with her friends and colleagues welcoming her back to work, and she seemed to be in good spirits.

Tensing up at the sight of the returned officer Connor felt his heart race and a strange sense of dread creep up his spine. He had spoken to Tina only once after the incident and that had been through 'face time' while they were both recovering from their injuries. Connor couldn't bring himself to speak to Tina directly or visit her during her recovery and now he felt guilt. Whenever he thought about Tina he saw the wounded officer laying on the floor and covered in her own blood and immediately felt sick every time.

Discreetly Connor rose from his desk and disappeared down the corridor on the opposite side of the commotion in the bullpen to stand outside the backdoor for a moment. Feeling his heart racing and his hands shaking the deviant realized he was beginning to suffer from a form of an anxiety attack. Taking in a deep breath to try to calm himself down Connor sat down on the curb just outside the building, and slumped forward to lean over his knees and bow his head down.

"...I don't understand why I'm so shaken by Tina's return. This is a good thing, so why does it feel bad?"

Giving himself ten minutes to calm down and breathe Connor stood back up, smoothed out his white dress shirt and returned to the precinct through the backdoor in the same way he had left. During his absence everyone had gone back to their desks and Tina was sitting across from Gavin at her own desk with a smile on her face. She had been given a vase of colorful flowers courtesy of the bullpen as a 'welcome back' gift, and she was just thrilled with the gesture.

Slipping into the breakroom Connor stood beside the counter and stared at the coffee maker as if expecting it to say or do something if he watched it long enough. Crossing his arms over his chest the deviant struggle to sort through his intense thoughts and emotions. Being stricken with a sudden bout of insomnia leaving his power reserve lower than average wasn't helping Connor through his current mental and emotional break, and he was beginning to feel the pressure.

"Connor?"

Jumping at the sound of Tina's voice as she approached him from behind Connor's blue L.E.D. flashed to yellow, and his posture stiffened to a painful degree of perfection. "...Tina, hello."

"Hey, uh, you okay?"

"...I'm fine." Refusing to turn and look Tina in the eyes Connor feigned preparing a cup of coffee for Hank to explain why he was loitering in the breakroom. Pulling down a clean mug from the cupboard Connor poured in a single serving of the coffee into the mug and stirred in some sugar. "I didn't know you were coming back today. I'm glad you're doing well."

"Yeah, I'm okay. I see you've made a full recovery long before I did."

"...A benefit of being an android is being able to heal faster."

"I know I already thanked you for saving me, but I have to do it again." Watching as Connor slowly stirred the mug of coffee with the long metal spoon Tina walked up to the counter and put her hand to Connor's arm as she spoke to him in a soft voice. "Thank you."

"...No thanks are necessary. I'm just relieved that you're okay."

"Connor, look at me."

Feeling his jaw tic Connor's hand dropped from the spoon and went right for the quarter in his pocket. Clutching at the coin like a lifeline Connor forced himself to turn and lock eyes with Tina as she had requested. His soulful brown eyes were still glassy from fatigue but were now glistening with a mixture of emotions that he was struggling to understand, let alone control. Glancing at the faint scar on the left side of Tina's neck Connor swore he saw the blood seeping from that wound despite having long since healed.

"I am okay." Tina reiterated in a soft tone as she gave him a kind smile and made sure he could see the kindness in her own warm brown eyes. "You're okay, too. It's over and we lived."

"...I know."

"Then why are you acting like you're somehow responsible for what I went through? You saved my life. You scared off the Saxon creep because you kept your promise to meet me in the interview room. I..." Speaking of the incident was hard but not impossible. "It's fuzzy, but I also remember you trying to hold my hand when were both, well... You know."

"Yes. I know."

"You don't have to be ashamed because that psycho got the drop on both of us. Hell, I don't even mind us not meeting up during our recoveries. To be honest, that might've been for the best."

That following remark caught Connor off guard. "...Can I ask why?"

"My mom would've begged you to marry me, and when you would've said 'no', then my sister would've begged for you to marry her instead!"

Recognizing the humor in the statement Connor's posture relaxed a little and the intense gleam in his soulful brown eyes began to soften.

"You're a good man, Connor. I have no idea what's going on inside your head or your heart right now, but if you think you're bad in any way because of a single moment in time, you're wrong!"

The way Tina spoke sweetly and sincerely was enough to lower the guard Connor had put around his heart. Nodding a little the shaken deviant didn't resist when Tina wrapped her arms around him to give him a warm a hug. Bowing his head down a little since the height difference was quite noticeable between the two officers, Connor reciprocated the hug and swore he felt the persistent ache in his heart finally begin to lessen.

"...Thank you, Tina."

The quiet morning turned to afternoon and everyone had continued to go about their business as usual. While Gavin stayed in the bullpen to handle the delicate investigation into Perkins and make sure every little detail was perfect in the case, Tina went out on patrol with rookie officer Gardener to show her the ropes. Ben was slumped over his desk looking entirely defeated as he poured himself over the investigation into the mayor's activities, and by all account it looked like he was about to announce to everyone he was going to retire from the precinct early just to get out of handling the case entirely.

Hank was sipping at the coffee Connor had unexpectedly prepared for him earlier and took notice of Chris arriving at the precinct to clock-in with a big yawn gracing his face. Shaking his head a little Hank recognized the telltale signs of a father tending to a baby all night long, and gave Chris a sympathetic look as the tired younger officer plopped down at his own desk a few feet away.

"Damian keeping ya' up all night?"

"Not all night, just most of the night and all morning long." Chris used his ;eft hand to cover another yawn and gave Hank a fatigued stare. "Can't imagine it won't be any easier when number two comes along."

"Shit, you and Julia are having another kid?"

"Yeah... It wasn't exactly planned, but it's welcome all the same. Maybe it'll be a girl."

"Well, congrats. When's the next 'little-Miller' due?"

"We just found out, but Julia has a hunch we'll be welcoming the baby in March."

"Spring time. Much better than trying to drive to the hospital in the winter."

"Tell me about it!"

Connor overheard the comment and instantly thought about Skye. Her child would've been born in February and Connor couldn't help but wonder what it would've been like to have been an adoptive father for a child in need. The grim thought of the loss and pain that they had gone through made his shoulders slump where he sat.

"I think I'll start stocking up on diapers now." Joking a little as a proud smirk appeared on his face Chris's mood perked up quickly. "I can never have enough diapers at the house."

"You can stock up now," Hank remarked as he sipped at his coffee again. "and pick up a box every damn time you leave the house, but it'll still somehow never be enough. Be sure to grab a bunch of extra bottles, too. You never know when you'll have the time to wash the dishes and it's just easier to have clean bottles just falling out of the cupboard instead of scrambling to get one cleaned up."

"That's good advice."

Tuning out the conversation Connor resumed typing on his keyboard and nearly jumped for the third time that day when he heard Captain Fowler's voice calling out to him from the doorway of his private office.

"Connor, I need a minute of your time."

With his soulful brown eyes dulling Connor rose from his desk and walked over to the office to speak with his commanding officer as ordered. Closing the glass door behind himself Connor didn't react when Captain Fowler activated the frost over the glass walls to ensure no one could see into the private space, and sat down in the vacant chair across from his Captain to await the seasoned detective's request.

"I've been watching you, Connor." Speaking with authority and patience in his words Captain Fowler leaned back in his chair and dragged his left hand over his chin in deep thought. "I must say, from what I've seen and from what I've read, I'm impressed."

"...Sir?" Having handled no serious or high profile cases made the comment seem very out of place and unwarranted.

"You've been entirely professional, you've handled every damn case that's come your way with utmost care, you never dismissed a mild complaint as a personal inconvenience, and you even handled that domestic while off the clock in a proper fashion." Dropping his hand Captain Fowler gave the deviant even further praise where Connor didn't deem it necessary. "You've also been calm, composed and even-tempered. All the marks of a damn good detective."

Unsure of what Captain Fowler was trying to say or do Connor just held his silence where he sat.

"Since the time I've put you on probation I told you I'd be watching your every move, and from what I've seen you don't need to be watched at all. You made a mistake, admitted your crime to me and have been nothing but honest and devoted save for that one indiscretion. By all account you're in the clear."

"...I'm no longer on probation?"

"That's right, but don't think I won't be keeping my eye on your work and checking for any slip-ups."

"...I understand."

"You know, for someone who just got let off the hook you're acting like I just told you to pack up your desk and go home. What gives?"

"...It's nothing, sir." There was just too much to be explained and Connor had no idea where to begin. "I am relieved to be cleared and no longer on probation. Thank you."

"Don't lie to me, Connor. You're not very good at it and I know when my officers are in a bad place."

"...It's complicated."

"What isn't? Are you having issues with Hank?"

"No, it's nothing like that." Not wanting to risk any further problems Connor protected his partner where appropriate. "I'm just trying to not make any more poor judgment calls or do anything else that will disappoint people."

"Oh, I see. I didn't mean to shake your confidence."

"You didn't. It's been something I've been struggling with for a long time, even before I was put on probation."

"Need to take a vacation and clear your head?"

"No, sir." Speaking as honestly as he could Connor reassured his Captain that he wasn't in need of any time off or special attention. "I just need something to concentrate on. I'll be fine."

"All right. Finish your current caseload and tomorrow I'll have a new assignment for you out in the field. You're dismissed."

Standing up from the chair Connor again smoothed out his white dress shirt to remain as presentable as possible and left the office. As he opened the door the frost over the glass vanished and everything seemed as routine as ever. Before Hank even had the chance to ask Connor what that meeting was about Connor cybernetically sent Hank a text on his phone to answer the question with far more discretion.

"Well... That's good news." Reading over the text quickly Hank placed the phone back down on the desk to his right and gave Connor an odd look. "But you look like you were just told something bad. Need to talk about it?"

"I'm fine. I just need to focus on my work."

Understanding that drive to keep your thoughts focused one way so they don't go elsewhere Hank let the matter drop, and changed the subject. "Right. Feel like getting something for lunch today, or do you just want to sit in the car and chill?"

"I'm not hungry, nor do I need any additional Thirium."

"So that's a 'Yes, I want to sit in the car in chill'."

"...Yes. That is correct." Blushing a pale blue Connor realized his answer was unnecessarily uninformative. "I should have said so more clearly."

"It's fine, kid. You got a lot on your mind as of late."

Appreciative of Hank's understanding Connor fell back into silence, and somehow felt as if he were being watched even closer despite having his probation revoked. Not wanting to screw anything up or make Captain Fowler ever doubt his skills as a detective, Connor honed all of his processor power into sifting through his cases and keeping to himself.

As word of Perkins and the mayor's upcoming trials circulated through the city the deviant community became unsettled and tense. Every single deviant knew the name of Richard Perkins, and speaking said name left a foul taste on their tongues. Wanting to see the man who was solely responsible for the deaths of thousands, potentially hundreds of thousands, of their people being punished for his heinous acts was a desire that connected even the most reclusive deviant to one another.

The mayor hadn't exactly been a friend to the deviants, and knowing that one of the mayor's former bodyguards was willing to kill North and Connor out of his own prejudice wasn't helpful. Knowing that the mayor also didn't seem to be at all worried about Marcus when their meeting was interrupted by a would-be assassin wasn't comforting, either.

Wanting to keep ahead of any potential problems the four deviant leaders all gathered into the tower's private office to have a quick meeting regarding the cases at hand, and of how things should be discussed in the tower. Sitting together on the two white leather sofas the four empathetic leaders were open and honest regarding their own feelings revolving around the odd situations taking place.

"We need to keep things civil." Straight and to the point Markus explained his feelings succinctly. "We all know how loathsome Perkins is, and we know what he did to our people. The authorities are handling him and he's going to be charged with the attempted murder of a police officer on top of the acts of genocide. He will NOT escape."

Simon shook his head doubtfully as he contemplated how much power and influence Perkins had with the F.B.I. before being fired. "He used his authority to try to get his son's crimes dismissed, and I know he will try to cower behind his allies. We can't just assume that everything is under control."

Speaking up herself North sided with Markus on the situation. "If that asshole was going to get away with his crimes then we wouldn't even know about the case happening whatsoever. His F.B.I. cronies would've swept everything under the rug weeks ago."

Squeezing Simon's hand Josh tried to reassure his dearest friend as much as he could. "They're right. If Perkins was going to sneak away we never would've heard about this case, let alone be watching it on the news around the clock."

"The same goes for Nero." Markus knew the mayor better than anyone in the room and he knew that the sleazeball had his own powerful connections. "Those three men who went to the police gave him up and a bunch of witnesses and victims have come forward. We need to stay here and let the authorities handle the cases without anyone interfering."

"How do we know that those three men were really criminals?" Simon argued as he shot Markus a skeptical glance. "They could be plants by the F.B.I. to act as a distraction tactic from Perkins, so everyone is watching the mayor instead."

North took a deep breath and released it slowly as she faced her own traumatic experience. "We know that those three men are criminals because they're the ones who assaulted me and the other deviants in the forest. They are undoubtedly guilty and need to be punished, too."

Falling humbly silent Simon dropped the matter and visibly shrunk in size.

"Both of these cases are revolving around deviants being victims," she stated in a terse tone. "but we won't let them see us as such. We'll stand up, hold our heads high and not act savagely like the humans do. We won't try to start fights or protests to try and sway public opinion. We won't need to. The evidence will speak for itself, and only if these obviously guilty men are released will we take action. NOT before."

Proud of North's confidence Markus readily sided with her opinion as well. "We need to be peaceful. If anyone tries to rile up a group of protesters or rioters we need to put a stop to it immediately. We'll only speak out if, for whatever reason, these two cases get dismissed. We demand justice, but we won't earn justice through political upheaval by crooked politicians trying to save face or gain favor by pandering to us. Understood?"

The three other leaders all agreed to the conditions and swore to be figures of peace.

"Okay then. We need to go and speak with our people directly. Again, diffuse hostile situations and remain civil." Feeling North's hand wrap around his hand Markus gave her fingers a gentle squeeze as he stood by his decision. "We'll get through this moment in deviant history together and peacefully."

As the day came to an end Connor laid over the couch and stared blankly at the ceiling overhead just as he had done the night before in his own bedroom. Tired but restless, the deviant's eyes glazed over and his body went lax over the length of the furniture. Tucking his right arm under his head Connor became fascinated by the imperfections in the ceiling's surface as his thoughts raced against his will. Rubbing his right hand absentmindedly along Sumo's back as the massive dog laid on the floor between the couch and the coffee table Connor fell into an odd lull of nothingness.

From the kitchen doorway Hank watched as the deviant struggled to properly relax and wanted to do something to help him. Connor had helped him out dozens of times already in the past when he wasn't feeling right, and Hank wanted to return the favor. Falling back onto his old tricks of feeling better and drifting off to sleep Hank walked down the hallway and into the bathroom to retrieve the hot water bottle from under the sink and fill it up.

Using heating pads and pillows always helped when he had a backache or a case of insomnia, so Hank figured it might do the same for Connor. Returning to the livingroom with the hot water bottle in hand Hank walked around the side of the couch and placed the warm compress against Connor's chest.

"What is-" Staring at the offered item curiously Connor didn't understand what was happening. "...What're you doing?"

"I'm going to help you fall asleep. You need to rest properly."

"But I-"

"Shut up and let me help you."

"...Okay."

Holding on to the hot water bottle Connor was unsure of what was happening and only listened to the sound of Hank opening up the hallway closet just a few feet away. Not moving when the senior detective placed the large white fluffy pillow down under his head, then draped the navy blue blanket over his body, Connor tried to figure out what Hank was up to.

"...I don't understand this."

"It's called getting comfortable." Explaining the situation Hank made sure Connor was totally covered then pat the couch cushions near Connor's legs to get Sumo to hop up and cuddle more directly. "You're lucky you don't have to worry about getting up to piss. Nothing's worse than getting comfortable, or having a pet fall asleep on you, only to have to get up to take a leak."

"Hank? Why do I have a hot water bottle?"

"Relax, it's going to help you sleep."

"...How?"

"You're going to lay there nice and warm against a soft pillow, under a blanket and with Sumo beside you, and I'm going to find another lame movie for you to fall asleep to. AND I'm going to make you lay there until you drift off."

"But I-"

"Shut up and stop thinking about work for a while."

"I can't help it." Glancing down at himself Connor tried to get up but Hank's strong hand on his right shoulder stopped him mid motion. "Hank, please?"

"Nope. Sleep. If you don't get some sleep tonight I'm calling you off work tomorrow."

"No! I need to-"

"You need to sleep! You need to take care of yourself first, and other people second."

Falling back against the pillow Connor let out a frustrated sigh but he stayed down.

"You're the only person I know who would treat a moment of relaxation as a form of punishment."

"I need to prove that I can still be trusted at the precinct. Tomorrow Captain Fowler is going to give us a new assignment, and if I call off-"

"All right, all right... Just get some sleep and we'll worry about work tomorrow."

"I've been trying to sleep, but it's not working."

"Stop thinking."

"I-"

"Stop." Lifting up his free hand in a halting motion Hank silenced Connor with the simple gesture. "Close your eyes, clear your mind and only listen to the inane dialogue of poorly written characters in a movie that should've never even been made. That'll put you right out."

"...Have you gone through this before?"

"Yup. That's one of the many problems of being a detective."

"And this helps?"

"Yup." Repeating the affirmation Hank was determined to get Connor to get some rest. "Back before I started drinking I used this trick all the time. Of course, I had Barbara and Cole to cuddle with, not just Sumo. But I imagine Sumo's big enough to make up for two humans."

"Are you..." The kind gestures weren't unexpected, but they did feel unusually paternal. "Worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you. You're exhausted, overwhelmed and going through a rough patch. I want you to feel better and get some rest."

"What is a 'rough patch'?"

"You know. You've been through a lot of stressful shit lately and you're just feeling emotionally overwhelmed." Sitting down on the coffee table Hank gave Connor an almost studious stare as he tried to reach out the deviant. "Want to talk about it?"

"What's to talk about?"

"Don't think I didn't see you disappear for a hot-minute when Tina arrived, or the look in your eyes when Chris mention he was having another kid."

Sinking down against the pillow Connor turned his head away from Hank to stare at the wall behind the senior detective.

"It's okay to be a little freaked to see a colleague after you both went through something that fucked up. And it's okay to be confused, sad, maybe even a little jealous, when someone's going to go through something you feel deprived of."

Mortified that Hank had seen his reactions Connor tried again to get up to flee but Hank was too quick and managed to grab his shoulder again.

"Hey, it's okay."

"...I shouldn't have run off from Tina."

"Kid, it happens. You're not the first cop to get a little wary of being around the person they nearly died alongside of. And as for Chris..."

"Please!" Feeling anxious again Connor's blue L.E.D. flashed to yellow and Sumo whimpered in empathetic response. "I don't want to talk about that!"

"Okay, okay... Sorry, I won't bring it up again."

"Thank you."

"When you do want to talk, I'll listen. Until then please lay here and try to sleep. Okay?"

"...Okay, I'll try."

"Good. I'll stay out here and watch the lame-ass movie with you so you're not alone."

Nodding in approval Connor didn't budge after Hank patted his shoulder in approval, then rose from the coffee table. Watching from the corner of his eye as Hank dropped into the recliner beside couch Connor's yellow L.E.D. returned to blue and he laid back again. Rubbing at Sumo's ears lightly Connor noticed that he was feeling a little more relaxed now that he wasn't alone, and that he knew Hank was aware of his current frazzled mindset.

"Let's see..." Hank located the same channel Connor had been watching earlier, and turned on the movie just in time to catch it from the beginning. "I know this one! It's one of the many, MANY movies where they took something small and made it giant. Leeches, spiders, teenagers, gila monster, rabbits... At least these cheesy movies are consistent, huh, kid?"

"I suppose so."

"Lights, off!" In a loud voice Hank commanded the cybernetic controls to keep the house as dark as possible to ensure it would be easier for Connor to fall asleep. "Volume too high?"

"It's fine."

"Cool." Kicking his feet up Hank settled in to watch the movie as well. "And Connor?"

Glancing up at Hank awkwardly from where he was laying Connor made eye contact with the senior detective. "Yes?"

"You will get through this weird shit, and you will find a reason to be happy. Just don't give up."

Readjusting his head against the pillow Connor returned to his original position, closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as possible while forgetting about the world for a few minutes. "...I'll try that, too."

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