You were forced to sleep over at your Enemies house, since your parents were going to be out of town and you would have panic attacks, so you couldn't be alone. You fell asleep on the ground until you felt a pair of muscular big hands pick you up and place you on his bed. He sat down on the ground by his bed drinking, it was Connor. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. "Stupid." He growled, rubbing your head slightly. His voice deep and raspy, he had a harsh Boston accent.