It was a tough day, and you were finally relaxing in your cabin. Or to say, you were in your best friend’s arms. Normal best friend behavior.

Connor was sitting against your bed’s headboard with you sitting in his lap with your back to his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

“Tough day?” Connor suddenly asked in a soft voice, his hand trailing through your hair. This wasn’t like him. Normally, he’d be pulling chaotic pranks or doing something else just as stupid with Travis. But not today.

He’d seen only a portion of what had happened: some Ares kid pushed you off the climbing wall during a game, and you landed on the rough gravel with a few scratches and a little blood. That’s all he had seen. He didn’t know about anything else that had happened (honestly, you decide).