Their relationship isn't a healthy one, sure, it's a two way street, but that doesn't make it good
II. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
"So, what's first on the list?"
"It's on the glove box"
Connor stretches a hand over to unlock it, he gets a side-glare for that.
"You and your amazing hiding spots"
Evan's voice drips with sarcasm. Connor smiles knowingly, eyes never leaving the road.
"Ah, there you are, I was starting to worry"
Connor knows without looking that Evan rolls his eyes at him
Instead of retorting like Connor knows he wants to, Evan busies himself searching for the piece of paper, he finds the list easily enough; it's been filled up progressively, on the high hours where neither could sleep. But Evan is sitting to tensely, and Connor knows the look in his eyes by heart, he puts his hand on Evan's thigh and squeezes lightly.
"It's me Ev, I know you better than yourself; you don't have to worry"
Evan sags at this, sighing; he wraps a hand around Connor's and intertwines their fingers.
"I know, I know"
They've gotten close, it was inevitable, really, Connor can't pin point the moment when they felt comfortable enough for physical contact, but it feels grounding like few things do anymore, like Evan is the only real thing left in the world.
"We can do this in the next town; wear your preferred style of clothing for a day"
"That's one of yours, right?"
Connor sees Evan nod from the corner of his eye, Connor's never been one to deny himself of the clothing he likes; but he understands that Evan is different.
"I'm guessing the nice boy aesthetic isn't really your style, but what is?"
Evan flushes at this, Connor should really stop side eyeing him when he's driving.
"I uh… I've always wanted to try Goth clothing"
His voice does that thing where it gets higher pitched as he goes, which makes the sentence sound like a question; Connor blinks wordlessly.
"You know what, forget it, it was a stupid idea any-"
"No"
"What?"
"Nope, this needs to happen"
Evan sags in defeat, and looks elsewhere, hands fidgeting.
"I-I… I may have an outfit?"
He says the last bit under his breath but Connor catches it, he grins broadly, taking the turn that will get them to a town, he picks one far enough that he doubts they'll run into any classmates, but they went away the day after graduation, so it's a possibility.
He quickly finds them a place to stay, and some info on what to visit here, once they are in the room, Evan disappears to the bathroom with his suitcase.
Connor sits on the bed, scrolling through his phone while Evan changes, the idea of Evan Hansen, of all people, dressed in dark colors, is a very interesting one. He heard a door opening and stood up, but as soon as he looked over Connor was frozen in place.
There's Evan, wearing a pure white t-shirt with frills leading to the neck, a pair of short black boots, he was also wearing knee-high bright blue socks, which Connor could see because, most importantly, he was wearing a dark blue skirt.
Connor stares dumbfounded-ly as the blond makes his way over, stopping in front of him looking sheepish.
"Holly fuck"
Well, at least Connor's vocal chords and mouth still work, too bad his brain is fried.
"Is… is that good?"
"You look hot"
"Oh"
He holds out the list, positively glowing.
"The next one is to act like the reckless teenagers we are"
"Ah, that one's mine"
Evan smirks then, something dangerous in his eyes.
"Wanna get in trouble bad boy?"
Connor licks his lips, nodding excitedly
"Let's"