@guiltmind cont from here
Connor’s eyes squeeze shut, head shaking at the coldness to Wes’ voice. He may be called the puppy, but the other boy had developed into more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing ever since Sam. On the one hand, it worked to their advantage since he was managing to keep his shit together unlike Michaela, or Connor himself. On the other, it made it that much harder to trust that he wasn’t just finding ways to throw the rest of them under the bus and save himself, distancing himself as much as possible from them all so he didn’t go under, too.
“Eventually.” He shakes his head again, looking up at Wes finally. “The rate this is going, we’re not going to last until eventually. One of us is gonna snap, and then we’ll all be screwed. We’re supposed to just sit around and wait for that to happen?”
