Movie night was something Connor had done with Tom and Duncan. Every Thursday night they'd watch a movie or one of the TV shows from their collections, they'd order pizza and sit there laughing together and discussing conspiracy theories.
But Tom was dead now and conspiracy theories held no more interest for him. Connor knew conspiracies, he was part of one and sitting alone with Duncan hurt like hell.
Connor stumbled in the front door of Nick's house and closed it behind him, leaning against its solid bulk as a sob worked its way out of his chest. He turned his face up to the ceiling, the first tear rolling down the side of his face before the second joined it to finally plop onto his shoulder.
Connor slid down the door to sit, his knees pulled up against his chest and tears rolling down his face as he hugged himself. Sobs shook his tight frame as he buried his face in his knees and the tears soaked into his pants.
When Nick had heard the door shut he had expected Connor to come into the living room, when the sobs started in the entranceway, he had glanced at Stephen and they had gone to find him.
Stephen and Nick had sat down either side of Connor, Stephen's arm wrapping around his shoulder and Nick's hand resting on his knees.
Connor leant into Stephen's comforting warmth as Nick hugged him from the other side and rubbed a hand across his back. Connor's face was buried in Stephen's chest as he spoke but they still understood him.
"I miss him." Connor said, tears seeping into Stephen's shirt. Nick closed his eyes for a moment in shared pain before squeezing Connor's shoulder and pressing a kiss to his hair.
"We know."