oh.
well. you found me.
( a little awkwardly, he smiles. )
good job with the tank. it's been raising a lot already.
connor stares after the excitable group as they depart together, feeling a slight pang strike his chest. it takes him a while later until he's finally able to discern what it actually is - loneliness.
the touch to his shoulder - it's nothing new. carter's one of the otters on the team that isn't so ruthlessly competitive; he'd congratulate connor's effort at any swim meet - win or loss - unlike garrett and sofia.
he exhales heavily through his nose. there's no excitement +
lips purse a little at the reminder. he'd tried to pull the same trick, but jason didn't seem to hear.
he rolls his shoulders into a shrug.
“nope. i'm currently our only rep, i guess.”
“right. yeah. thanks.”
his replies are blunt - but he's quietly grateful as he washes down the painkillers with his water, satisfied in knowing the pounding of his skull will end soon.
carter. he glances him over - he'd never seen him at the front of anything particularly +
as the packet falls into the spot on the sofa beside him, connor looks up with furrowed brows.
“i don't --”
