for connor braxton, you always think he could never pass dumb - assery more than he has until he does. “ arch, check it out. ” he’s waving an epi-pen in his hand, the yellow label tucked under the grip of his fingers boastfully as he approaches his friend. and while a quick google search would easily answer, he really hopes jabbing said epi-pen into his leg ( despite not having an allergy bad enough to need one ) wouldn’t be too damaging. “ it only cost me like four dollar bills and a bag of chips ‘cause i got it from my little cousin. ” and, he leaves out, she’s six, “ it’s kinda sad, she’s got this really bad peanut allergy, like her throat starts swelling and she can’t breathe and - ” soggy pauses, sucking in air as he does so, his thoughts finally being spoken aloud was enough to bring him to his senses. “ i should - i’m gonna give it back. ”