If someone really fought and insisted they come with him, Connie would not stop them, but he worried about having to be responsible for keeping an eye on anyone, even when they were far more qualified to protect themselves and others, and were worrying the same for him. Logically, he knew everyone had survived through the outbreak just as long as he had, but it was hard to not fall back on what he already knew worked to keep him safe, even if it meant doing it alone.
After nearly two weeks in dangerous territory, he couldn't be caught completely unaware, unable to drop his guard even within the relatively safe walls of the compound. Still, Marco was quick. Connie'd only managed to tell it was Marco calling for him and had turned mostly towards him before being wrapped up by the older man.
Connie was at a point in his life where he hadn't been hugged by many teachers after grade school, usually sticking to a firm handshake if there had to be any contact at all, so Connie couldn't really identify the nuances that separated it from other hugs, but he didn't really care. He would have let his bags drop if Marco had left him the space to do so, wrapping his arms around Marco as much as he could with them still weighing his shoulders down, and patting his back.
"Wow, gramps, calm down. You're gonna break a hip moving that fast."
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Date: 2014-07-21 03:09 pm (UTC)After nearly two weeks in dangerous territory, he couldn't be caught completely unaware, unable to drop his guard even within the relatively safe walls of the compound. Still, Marco was quick. Connie'd only managed to tell it was Marco calling for him and had turned mostly towards him before being wrapped up by the older man.
Connie was at a point in his life where he hadn't been hugged by many teachers after grade school, usually sticking to a firm handshake if there had to be any contact at all, so Connie couldn't really identify the nuances that separated it from other hugs, but he didn't really care. He would have let his bags drop if Marco had left him the space to do so, wrapping his arms around Marco as much as he could with them still weighing his shoulders down, and patting his back.
"Wow, gramps, calm down. You're gonna break a hip moving that fast."