[As if nothing had happened between them, Connor is complacently smiling, polite as ever. Their previous interaction, so to speak, is not even a matter he chooses to address.
Hesitantly, he takes the container of blood back, and murmurs:] Thank you.
[A slow sip is taken, then he lets out a sigh. He knows why this must be so simple for Connor, but it still feels strange to carry on in such a way. It almost hurts.]
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Hesitantly, he takes the container of blood back, and murmurs:] Thank you.
[A slow sip is taken, then he lets out a sigh. He knows why this must be so simple for Connor, but it still feels strange to carry on in such a way. It almost hurts.]
I owe you an apology. For what I did to you.