"Connor?" Connor just shook his head. He didn't really know why he did it, he just didn't want what he did to touch Oliver. Like it would escape out of his fingers and into his skin. Infesting him. Connor shook his head again and Oliver sighed, running a hand over his face.
"What's going on, Connor?" Oliver seemed more tired now, than when he first opened the door. "I screwed up." Connor wetted his lips. "I screwed up so bad. I-" He ran his fingers through his hair, fisting it. "I don't- I can't-." He tried swallowing down the lump in his throat, but the more he tried to explain, the less he could vocalize it. "I'm sorry."