Leave me just to my thoughts at 11 PM and you'll have yourself some angst.

***

Connor paced in his dorm breathing uneven and heart-rate unsteadily beating. He held his hand to his chest to get a good rhythm going to match his fast pace from one end of his dorm to the other. He felt like he was going to vomit, but, with his entire being, he wished not to. So, to solve this, he continued to keep his mind— and stomach— busy, through pacing. After a few minutes, there was the nearly inaudible sound of a door opening, causing the pacing ginger to then halt and turn his attention to the door, completely expecting to see Chris, and wishing it was Kevin.

"Hey, friend..." Arnold murmured.

"Elder Cunningham." Connor nodded swiftly, "Now..." He began to pace again, "Isn't the best time."

"Oh, but, that's why I came- because you're not having an a-okay time." Arnold hummed.

Connor frowned as he turned his gaze back towards the floor, "What do you want exactly?" He didn't mean for the words to come out as harsh but failed to soften them.

"Oh..I just came to tell you that Kevin seems concerned..."

Connor paused for a moment as his heart leapt before he laughed, "Yeah?"

Arnold nodded enthusiastically.

Connor smiled as he stopped to turn to Arnold, lips pursed, eyes narrowed, "Then why isn't he here?"

***

That's all folks, not sure how to end this but an angered Connor is always an interesting way to end things!
((This was heavily inspired by Andi Mack))
-Jay