Right now, though, I just want to nail Conor to a wall. I barge into his room to find him totally alone. I guess part of me expected there to be a naked woman in his bed, but instead, it’s just him, dressed like he’s going somewhere and about to leave. He doesn’t even look surprised to see me. Disappointed, maybe. “I can’t talk right now, T,” he says with a sigh. “Well, you’re gonna have to.”
