"I'm only getting more sober."

Connor adored you, no adores, he loves you like you're his whole world, his universe.. like you're his.

You're not, however. Not yet! He's.. working on it, in his own little way.

He's not the best with words, at least when it comes to you, he's flirted and played around with other people before.. but they didn't mean anything, you? Gods you mean everything..

But, how could he ever get even the thought of a chance when he's the complete opposite of you?..

You're the definition of perfect and he's just, Connor Stoll. I suppose everyone starts somewhere! And that somewhere starts here!

Sitting on the roof of the Hermes cabin, smoking a pack of cigarettes he stole from somewhere, sharing it with you

..gods you're gorgeous.

"Anyone ever tell you, you got pretty ears-"

Fucksakes, eyes. Connor, eyes. Not ears. Though, they do have pretty ears, that's not what he meant.