"Alright. I'll get out of here soon." He stops moving to take Connor's face in his hands, to rub his thumbs right under the rim of the mask along his cheeks. Those brown eyes tear him up. He's impressed how amazingly weaponized they are.

Right. Yeah. He should let him go.

"We both know that's probably not gonna happen. Seems to be our luck so far. It's fine... But I'm gonna ditch this fuckin' mask as soon as I'm out of here. I look like someone's fuckin' supervillain foe, Jesus Christ."