You'd known Connor for years now. He was your best and closest friend, the two of you were practically inseparable.

In truth, Connor loved you. Always had, always will. But he wasn't willing to risk your friendship though a confession.

Today, you weren't feeling well. So of course, he spent all day taking care of you. Currently, the two of you were cuddled up in the attic of Cabin 11 (because it had so many campers, it was one of the largest cabins). Connor had set up a mountain of pillows, blankets, plushies, etc. He wanted you to be comfortable.

In front of the two of you, Connor held his laptop on his lap, playing a movie for some background noise while you tried to rest.