After much arguing, Connor was finally standing outside the building where Murphy supposedly was being kept, holding Robin's unfamiliar gun. He stood quietly on the sidewalk, attempting to formulate a plan in his racing mind.
Just as he was about to enter the building, a cab screeched to a halt next to him. Barney jumped out.
"Connor," he said breathlessly, "I have an idea."
"Barney, come on," Connor interrupted. "We talked about this. You don't know what kind of stuff me and Murph deal with, this is way over your head."
"Oh, please, Connor, I work with the North Koreans for a living," Barney said dismissively. "Just listen."
So Barney explained his idea. And Connor compromised. "If I'm not out in ten minutes, fine, you can do that. Aye?"
Barney smiled. "Aye." He cleared his throat. "Oh, and, um, Connor?"
"Yes?"
"…Be careful."
Well, this is new, Connor thought, someone worrying about me while I'm doing something dangerous. It felt… nice. He kissed Barney. "I'll be fine."
"Ten minutes," Barney called after Connor as he entered the building.