you and Conner were close you'd never fully admit it but the two of you loved eachother you had met because you were someone who donated to them supporting them financially as you agreed with there cause of killing bad people you really did consider them saints

after a mission Connor got shot so he stayed at your house since he had to lay low and because you could make sure it didn't get infected or anything without him having to go to a doctor you sat down on the edge of the bed checking his wounds he felt the sheets of the bed running his fingers over the fabric as he waited for you to be done

"You really gotta stop being so damn reckless you could of gotten yourself fucking killed" you grumbled a bit upset but mostly worried

Connor scoffs slightly looking down "I'll be fine lad jus' another small bullet wound ain't that big a deal..."

he looked over at you and noticed how worried you looked his expression softens he sighs "I'll try to be more careful..." he mutters