When John takes his hand -- and it's John now, definitely -- Connor lets out a sound that's part happiness and part relief, a faint smile curving his mouth. "I won't." And he uses the hand to pull John into a hug (oh, the dreaded hug) ignoring the dirt and soot he's covered in.

And the distinct lack of anything else.

He's already flushed from the heat of the fire but Sophie can see the moment Connor re-realizes his friend is naked, color deepening in his cheeks.