Connor believed what Samson was saying, and knew inside that the other guy wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize either of them. Like he mentioned, he still had no control over what the other football players did to other students. He listened to Samson talk before his eyes fell on the swelling lip of the other.<br/><br/>Being inside a science classroom, so Connor went and grabbed some paper towels, getting one wet and walking back over to Samson, where he gently tried to wipe off some of the dried blood off the his lip. "I wanted to meet so we could talk. Over the weekend I thought about what your life is like, so I want to hear about it. And when did you know you were into guys?" Connor began to ask questions, leaning back against a counter and holding the front of shoulder pads that rested below his neck, his arms covering the maroon "20" on the jersey.<br/><br/>"So I might be curious, but that's it. You know I have a status at the school and I'm not about to lose it. Give me some suggestions if I were to go about kissing another dude." He asked, not realizing how odd the question may have seemed. Connor was attracted to Samson, and it was probably obvious by the eye contact as the two lounged around the room talking. Despite being very conflicted, the thought of something more happening was increasingly entering Connor's thoughts. He crossed his arms and let his gaze fall to the floor once again.