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⁂ Gossip Girl (2007-2012) — s.5e.17 | The End of the Affair?⠀⠀⠀
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SCHITT'S CREEK 6.05 — The Premiere
TOP 5/10 CHARACTERS PER SHOW (as voted by my followers) ↳ how to get away with murder edition #2. Connor Walsh portrayed by Jack Falahee
Jesus remained polite, but raised an eyebrow at the man’s wording. It was an interesting goal to have so soon after a war, that was for sure. “I thought people making it to riches, and everyone else not, was the whole reason we got into this Panem mess, wasn’t it?”
He shrugged at the question, having not properly thought about it. “Long-term, I’m really not sure. Continue to help in any way I can, I guess. Keep recruiting, bring people in, make sure they're safe. Build community. I figure there’s a lot to do around here. Some people just aren’t in the right place to do it themselves.”
“Hey,” Connor raised a hand in defence, totally understanding the man’s concerns. “I agree. My riches will be for superficial and personal reasons only. I don’t want power, I just want a hot tub. I’ll share it if I have to.” That was a partial lie, but Connor didn’t want to appear a total asshole. “Nothing wrong with wanting something nice for myself after all the shit I’ve dealt with.”
“So you’re one of the better guys. I can appreciate that. But you’re right, some of them are definitely… in a worse position than me. Anything I can do to help you help them?” He may be doing it for the wrong reasons, like having more time to flirt with Paul, but Connor was willing to help. He’d still be doing something useful.
“Oh, no way, seriously? A lawyer? You must be super smart.” She smiled, touching his arm for a moment. She hadn’t ever really valued education, despite her parents wanting her to excel. Social status had been far more important thus far. A study group, however, sounded like an opportunity to conquer both. “It sounds brill. Do ya think I could come along someday? I’m crap at all that book stuff, really. I’d love the help.”
“Well, I am. But it’s a lot of hard work.” Connor tended to cut corners, too, where he could. If he could charm information out of someone instead of researching it himself, he would. Which is exactly what’d make him so good at the job. “Come along to law studies?” His eyebrows raised, glancing down awkwardly as her hand touched his arm. It was becoming clearer now that she was flirting, and he was unsure how to react. Guessing she was a few years younger than him, he didn’t want to hurt her feelings or be deemed insensitive by rejecting her, but he had to set boundaries. “I uh... I’m not sure that’s a good idea. We’re pretty far in, and it’s a lot of complicated jargon and case studies. If you’re looking for a study group, though, I’m sure there’s some more out there. I could help you find one. Ones that cover more than just law.”
Jesus frowned at the reply, unsure how some grass and a bunch of screaming kids constituted as a worthwhile view. That was until he met the stranger’s eye again.
Colour flooded his cheeks instantly, though he continued to debate with himself whether the look from the other man was really what he thought it was. Despite his people skills, Jesus didn’t exactly have a talent for figuring that stuff out. Shaking it off, he chose to ignore the comment altogether.
“Noted.” The corner of his mouth tilted up at the sight of Connor’s grin, appreciating the lightheartedness. As much as Jesus sympathised with everyone’s pain, moving into Alexandria had thrown him right in the middle of all the grief and recovery, so it was nice to hear someone joke around. “Yeah, well I suppose you're right. I hadn't really thought about it. 'Careers' were only reserved for certain district tributes for a very long time. Hard to imagine it as anything else.” He frowned a little again. “But the world’s changing. Means we should, too.”
Connor wasn’t used to people avoiding his flirtation, so that was a first, but he didn’t react to it harshly. Perhaps he just hadn’t been obvious enough, it had been a while since he’d tried anything on. Unfortunately for Connor, one night stands in the middle of a war weren't common practice; not everyone used sex as a coping mechanism, unlike himself.
“Nobody’s really had the chance to. But we gotta’ get paid somehow, and if I can make it to riches, I’m gonna’ try.” Not that he’d ever suffered with poverty or starvation, he was technically from a career district, but it was nice to have aspirations and motivations. It was less about money, though, and more about pride, when he really considered it. He wanted to look good, to be admired. “It’s about time something did. So what about you? What are you gonna’ do in this amazing new world?”
“I swear, they can be so selfish,” she laughed again, attempting to follow along with his joke. “I’m Chloe, by the way.” Clearing her throat, she peered down at the papers he’d spread across the table, holding her hair back to do so. “So.. whatcha writin’?”
“Connor,” he smiled politely in introduction, but somehow a formal handshake didn’t seem appropriate, so he left out that detail. “Research. I’m studying law. I can’t imagine it being interesting to anyone other than me and my study group,” he admitted with a shrug.
“Ah,” He smiled knowingly, glad his suspicions were correct. “Can’t say I’m unfamiliar with that feeling. I’ve pulled a lot more all-nighters than any man should.” Stepping forward, he held out a hand in greeting. “I’m Matt Murdock, of ‘Nelson, Murdock and Page’. Lawyers, if you couldn’t tell from the title. Hang in there, it’s worth it in the end.”
Connor nodded in agreement, the statement causing him to feel tired. He’d been working a lot harder than he’d realised, and his body was starting to fall behind. Sighing, he closed his text book, figuring he wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyway. Especially not now he’d been given a formal introduction. His eyes widened in interest, and he stood up for the greeting, shaking Matt’s hand. “I’m familiar with the name, considering you’re kind of the only lawyers left. It’s an honour to meet you, Matt. I’m Connor Walsh.” He dropped his arm, eyes surveying the other lawyer, his attention now focused. He decided to turn on the charm, for more reason than one. “Forgive me for saying, but when I heard of your practice, I didn’t expect such a handsome face. — If you have some spare time, could I buy you a drink? I’d love to pick your brains on a few topics. No pressure though, I understand you’re busy. You’re just the first person I’ve met here that could actually be helpful.” Connor wanted a lot more than a few pointers, now he’d finally noticed how attractive Matt was, but decided to put professionalism first. For once.
The comment both surprised and amused her, and she stared at him momentarily from over the top of her sunglasses she’d put back into place, before bursting into laughter. “Please. If I were coming onto you, Harvard reject, you’d know it. I’d never be so grossly casual.” Still, she lead the way, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she called back to him. “Oh, and I think you’ll find I’m everyone’s type. You just don’t know what’s good for you.”
Smirking, she fell into step with him once he’d caught up. “Ew. As if I would ever stoop to that level. Being polite and asking for what you want, and if they say no, taking it anyway, is what gets you results. Plus, being me and having money helps.” She stopped suddenly, holding out a hand in introduction. “I’m Blair Waldorf, and yes, it is a pleasure to meet me."
“I’m glad to hear that, and noted.” Connor was unable to say the same, he’d made it known to every attractive male rebel that he was interested, although never for anything serious. “Well, I’m not everyone. But if I have a sudden change of heart and decide to start batting for the opposite sex, you’ll be the first person I’ll call,” he chuckled, beginning to follow behind her. He admired her confidence, even if it was misplaced in this instance.
“And that works on the town’s leaders, too?” Connor raised an eyebrow in acquisition, but it all made sense when she mentioned money. If you were rich, you could have anything; and they claimed money didn’t buy happiness. “Connor Walsh,” he replied, shaking her hand. “I think you'll find the pleasure is all yours."