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Gwen was biting off the corner of a Twizzler, watching Amon with a curious look, her legs drawn to her chest. She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know if I could tell persay. We hooked up in the fitting room pretty early on.” She paused, pushing up her glasses—she didn’t need them so much anymore, but her vision certainly wasn’t perfect. “Now that I think about it, the store was definitely too small for us to be doing that sort of thing. Anyway, I didn’t have much time to think about if I could tell or not.” 

“Geez.” Amon’s eyes widened before grinning playfully at Gwen. “Sounds like something out of a book. I haven’t even kissed Connor yet, I’ve been so nervous.” he shook his head. “I’ve never been like that before--- too nervous to do anything with anyone. Just ask Rose, I am literally down for anything the second I meet someone.” Amon said with a sigh as he recalled a few wild nights. “But Connor’s--- Connor’s different. A really good different.”

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Connor nodded. “Good. I’m glad you are all right.” Connor gave Amon a warm smile, his hand coming up to squeeze Amon’s fingers lightly as he touched his face before both of them dropped their hands, Connor immediately taking a step back to maintain the safe amount of distance between that they both needed. He knew that if he got too close, he could make Amon uncomfortable, and the last thing he wanted was for his own feelings to get in the way of their friendship. 

“I figured. I always leave it on the dining table,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he walked in, dropping his bag next to the table and swiping his keys with one hand to drop into his pocket before he walked into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I’m starving. I hope you bought groceries,” he teased lightly. He knew that Amon most likely hadn’t.

“I--- I did, actually.” Amon nodded, moving to the fridge to open it up--- full of things he knew Connor used frequently. “I was kind of swamped at work for most of the time, so I ate out a lot. But Josh helped me go shopping a few days ago, I needed a diet consisting of something other than cheeseburgers.” He laughed nervously, shutting the fridge and standing awkwardly. “I could make you something... are you cold? I can make some soup.” Amon opened the cabinet to pull out some cans of different soups.

He didn’t want people to think he was helpless, or like he was completely depending on Connor here. Amon could do things for himself and he could keep the apartment in good shape on his own too, aside from Rose breaking in and wrecking his room. “Everyone missed you a lot. The whole team,” Amon bit his lip, “I missed you a hell of a lot too...”

Rose hoisted herself up onto Amon’s bed, sitting on top of him and leaning down over him. “Are you having trouble controlling that pesky little power of yours? Must be so tempting just to electrocute me and be done with it, right?” She tilted her head to one side, watching his reaction carefully. Rose was definitely having too much fun with this. Transgression had always been her strong suit. She was very, very good at being very, very bad. No wonder it had been so easy for Slade to turn her. 

“No, but someone does,” she replied. “And I want to know who.” She pressed the blade a little tighter against his skin, right up under his chin. “I’m sure you’ll survive if I cut your throat,” she said thoughtfully. “But I’d hate to stain these nice sheets of yours. Give me what I want and I’ll let you go.”

“It’d sure be an improvement on that hair.” Amon scoffed, fingers curling into the sheets as he felt bolts of electricity flow through him. There were sparks at his fingertips as his eyes began fading white like they did as Osiris. “Have you tried your brothers?” Amon spoke to Grant, briefly, on Rose’s current state. But Grant himself wasn’t looking too hot either. 

Connor let out a soft oof as Amon slammed into him, dropping his bags. He was frozen for a moment before his arms relaxed around Amon’s shoulders, giving him a gentle rub between his shoulder blades. “I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon, I promise,” he said, pulling back to take a closer look at Amon. He raised a hand to Amon’s chin, gently turning his head from one side to another to inspect his features. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He certainly looked like he was tired but that wasn’t anything new—nor was it surprising, considering the state of affairs. 

He dropped his hand back to Amon’s shoulder, both hands rubbing up and down his upper arms as he looked Amon over again. He then reluctantly dropped his arms, his fingers tingling where they had made contact with Amon’s skin. Connor pushed his hand into his pocket and slung his bag over his shoulder with the other. “Do you have your keys? I think I left mine here when I left for the monastery. And I would love to get in and sit down. 

“Good.” Amon breathed out next to his ear, still holding onto him tightly. He’d gone over it in his head a million times. He spoke to himself in the mirror, he talked to himself at work--- now Connor was there and Amon still couldn’t figure out how to tell Connor how he felt. When he felt Connor pull back, he grinned widely as his face was inspected, “Yeah, yeah. I’ve been--- I’ve been okay.” He lacked sleep after the night Rose had broken in. Amon couldn’t even close his eyes anymore without feeling the cold metal of her sword on his neck. 

He put a gentle hand on Connor’s face, watching him carefully before being snapped out of his head. “Uh-- the key. Yes, yeah. Yeah-- yours is on the dining table. Still.” Amon nodded, fumbling in his pocket for his key to open the place up. Anything that’d been knocked over or broken was fixed and replaced, Amon couldn’t tell Connor what had happened-- he didn’t want him to worry.

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Connor hadn’t been home for months but he had been sure to pay his share of the rent. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Amon without a home, to leave him without everything in order for him to continue living comfortably. Connor may have wanted a break from the city but he didn’t want to neglect all of his responsibilities. He knew that Amon deserved better than that. More than that, he wanted to be the one to give Amon better than that. 

He pressed his lips together for a moment as he stood outside their front door, debating whether or not to turn his key in the lock when Amon suddenly appeared from the flight of stairs below. He gasped softly, turning and looking at him with his duffel bag on one shoulder and his keys in his other hand as he took in his appearance. A warm smile spread across his features and his entire body seemed to relax. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m moving back in.” 

Amon hadn’t lived alone in what felt like forever. He was put on Thanagar for a good chunk of time, after that he practically lived at Dodger’s place, and when he left, Amon was already moved in with Connor. The last months practically killed him, but he kept the place clean. Amon cleaned any messes he made and went to work and lived his life as self sufficient as he could. But he couldn’t help but miss Connor--- he left without either of them saying anything as to how they felt and the mystery was horrible to live with.

He was just getting back from work to see Connor at the door, face lighting up as he jumped up the rest of the steps to tackle Connor in a tight hug. He squeezed him close, rocking side to side as he let out a breath of relief. “Oh my god, you were gone for so long. Please never, ever do that again. I hated it. I mean--- go live your life and shit but you could at least stand to visit a few times!”

“I do wake up to it. I come out of my bedroom and I see you like this making cereal,” he teased lightly. Connor ran his hand through his hair again before he turned back to look at Amon. There was something missing in his gaze, something empty in his expression that was so unlike Connor it was almost shocking. He pressed his lips together for a moment, thoughtful. He didn’t know what else to say. 

He snorted. “I don’t think I’ll have much fun punching someone I like,” he replied. He brought his hand up slightly, just barely a twitch of his fingers as if he was going to touch Amon but he stopped himself before he could. He had to keep boundaries, especially when he was a mess like this. The last thing anyone needed was for Connor to dump everything on them. He knew that Amon had his own issues. “I don’t really know what I want to do. I meditated but that hasn’t helped. And it usually does.”

“Are you stalking me while I make my breakfast, Connor Hawke?” Amon asked with a warm grin, turning so he laid on his side so he could watch Connor. He wanted to take all his pain away and throw it out the window. Connor didn’t deserve to hurt like this. “You like me?” He smiled softly, watching his hand move and only letting out a sigh when Connor stopped himself.

Rose took a few steps forward before her demeanor changed entirely. Her eyebrows dropped, her head tilted to the side and a cruel smirk appeared on her features. She looked remarkably like her father. “I think we both know that you need to hand over those files. Right now.”

“Don’t.” He said firmly, staring coldly right back at her. “I’ll regret it if I hurt you, but you’ll regret it if you hurt me.” His jaw clenched as he got ready to summon his powers. He had a feeling he was going to need them--- even if he didn’t want to. Amon was supposed to call Eddie if things went south but if he could keep him away from this, he would.

Eddie knew. Of course he knew. It was a stupid question. He shook his head quickly, “I know, I know. That was… Dumb. Dude,” he grabbed Amon by the shoulders to steady him. “You just gotta go and chill. Put ice in your pants, or something. Anything to relax when you see her.”