[This kissing business is really starting to spin Connor's head more than he'd like. He's not used to it in any normal context, let alone when there's some outside source triggering those urges. Since he still refuses to go into his apartment, he's sulked his way over to the park with his hands in his pockets, throwing himself down on the ground under a recently-sprouted pine tree.
He should have been safe there, at least for awhile.]
With memories!
He should have been safe there, at least for awhile.]