Still no 'told you so' material, which has given Connor a ridiculous case of nerves. He was truly expecting to be told to keep his hands to himself, and that would be that... but it isn't that, and he feels his guard going up as well as he waits for the rejection to hit. And then Sophie squeezes his hand and brushes John's stomach and that shiver, and Connor is wondering exactly how he could have been such an idiot. He strokes his thumb over John's t-shirt and then the side of Sophie's hand, both thanking her and wanting to see if it'll happen again for him.

He's yet to spit anything out, and he can't meet John's eyes anymore, looking down at their hands. "That I just got my ribs cracked," he mutters, taking a shaky breath. "I'm in love with you. So yeah, more than this."

There. Done. And Connor waits, feeling almost sick with the certainty he's going to get a disgusted response. Sophie's presence at his back is comforting but not enough to keep his jaw from working anxiously.