Connor was a very religious Christian. He would be nice to anyone, regardless their religion. He would do anything to please God. He was also blessed with good looks.

You were his best friend, you were also a Christian. You would accompany him to Bible studies and hang out with each other generally.

An atheist, John, had a crush on him. Obviously, it could never work out, Connor was a Christian.

One day, Connor came running over to your house, his face distressed.

“He kissed me, I don’t know what to do!” He panics.

He pulls you in for a hug, needing your immediate comfort.