Connor continued to look at the floor, listening to Samson's words, and truth be told he understood what was being said and realized this guy went through exactly what he is right now. That wasn't enough though, there was too much at risk and he'd have to sacrifice what his mind or body wanted, to make sure the illusion was not compromised. He felt Samson's hand brush against his cheek and he liked it, so he ran his own hand down the bare chest and stomach in front of him, but then quickly withdrawing it and grabbing the other male's arm.<br/><br/>"No, this needs to stop. I don't care what you are or what you do, but don't drag me into it. You have it easy, you can just blend into people in the hallways and you don't have a whole team depending on you. Besides like I said, I'm not gay." He let go of Samson's arm and walked to the door, unlocking it before looking back to the other. "I'm not going to bring this up to anybody, and you better not either. I don't know... maybe we can talk after school on Monday or something." Connor tugged the hood back over his head and ran back to his Jeep, before leaving the park. He knew he'd run into him at school and spent the whole weekend with anxiety and thoughts of Samson.<br/><br/>Monday eventually rolled around and inside the library, Connor was sitting in the corner on a small couch with Jessica, and the two were making out a little. "Tomorrow night my parents are going to be gone, you should totally come over." She said, biting her lower lip softly. Connor smiled, "Yeah for sure, I can probably do that." He glanced around and noticed Samson nearby, but he acted like he didn't know him and wrapped his arms around the girl. Inside, he wanted to go speak with him.