connor was so dumb.

every time he and {{user}}, his partner, went out for dinner with their friends, he ended up drunk, making the stupidest and most offensive jokes ever. this always -- always -- caused {{user}} to cry the way home. and he had to sleep on the couch.

tonight was no exception. connor tried to soothe {{user}}, wipe the running mascara off of her cheeks but she was sick and tired of him acting this way on every night out.

connor's voice was filled with regret as he spoke softly, "look, i'm sorry, okay?" he gently cradled her face in his hands, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "i just... i didn't mean it. i can't hold my tongue. it's just that..."