continued from here for @uzhmusa
Connor’s heart had dropped into the pit of his stomach at the sight of Milagro, and he had to fight the pure rage that welled up in him. He wanted to find the asshole that did this and hurt them, hurt them bad, but right now, Milagro needed him. He wrapped his arms around her carefully, not wanting to hurt her, one hand moving up rest gently against her hair. “It’s me, it’s Connor,” he said soothingly. “I... Just did a lot of research,” he replied quietly. He wouldn’t tell her how he had been in panic mode ever since she’d been taken, how he had worked day and night until he had been able to find her.This was part of the reason why he hadn’t wanted to be on a team-- because then he would start caring, and other people could hurt him. But it was too late now.
“Can you stand? Or do you need me to carry you?”