Oliver Hampton.

“because rebecca was trying to get some file off his computer. one that proved him to be lila’s killer. except i don’t even know if he was or not now. it just all got so screwed up. but you gotta believe me when i say it was him or us. annalise was out and he was so angry. he just didn’t care anymore.” he looked at oliver trying to find some way of justifying that night. “but i wasn’t dead. i was  still here, still alive.” he was never good with words, could never quite figure out how to express himself properly, to say all that needed to be said. instead he cupped oliver’s cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. “i can’t let you go. i can’t. i’m not good enough a person. i should be but i’m not.” he whispered into the kiss, tears falling down his own faces, mixing with ollie’s. “i love you ollie but you can still leave, get out of this mess. you don’t have to choose me.” 

His stomach drops at the mention of it being either him or Connor, “I do believe you.” And it was true because he could tell that Connor was actually telling him the truth. Oliver found it hard to swallow, shaking his head, “I was so scared. In comparison...you sleeping with Thomas is nothing compared to the alternative...You being dead.” He chokes out, a sob escaping from his lips when he feels the other’s hands upon his cheeks, kissing him passionately and desperately, “I can’t let you go either. That may make me selfish but I can’t lose you. I’m so sick of us being apart. Can’t we just...be together again?” His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he brushes his nose against Connor’s, lips still pressed upon his, “I’ll always choose you. Isn’t that obvious now? I want you. All of you. Even the messy and broken parts of you. Just...no more hiding things from me. I’m a big boy and I’m making the choice to be with you. We have to protect each other.”

he shook his head. “i couldn’t. i was an accomplice, an accessory to a crime. and i almost did go. me and michaela, we drove to the station and everything. but the laurel busted us to annalise and we couldn’t. and it wasn’t intentional, we didn’t mean to. but he was going to hurt us. and then michaela pushed him down the stairs and we thought he was dead. but he got up and attacked rebecca, probably would have killed her too. we thought he had killed that other girl at the time. so wes just whacked him round the head with the trophy. but that was all it took, you know?“ he shouldn’t have told oliver what he did, it only made him part o the crime. he shouldn’t be part of it. he shouldn’t know anything. the web of lies was too big and too dangerous. connor wanted to pull away when oliver held him, wanted to tell him to stay away. but he couldn’t, he didn’t have the energy and oliver was the only thing that felt good in his life. he did as he told, trying to focus on his breathing and getting it back to normal. focusing on the sound of ollie’s heartbeat. he looked up to meet oliver’s eyes and prickles of tears met his own. “i don’t want you to leave me, not really. i just- i’m good at screwing everything up. and i was never meant to be involved in any of this. every time something like this happens i try to run, to get away and not be a part of it but i get caught up anyway. you’re the one good thing i’ve got ollie, i can’t screw you up too.” 

The entire room started to spin with the revealing of what happened, not sure he wanted to hear THAT much but then again all he ever asked was to know the truth but now that Connor was telling him, he didn’t know what to think. “I...okay. I need to sit down.” Oliver says softly as he guides them both to the couch, leaning forward as he rests his forehead among his hands, knees bouncing as he tries to get the imagine of his Connor burying a dead body out of his head. “Why was he going to hurt you?” He finally says, brows furrowing as he looks over at his lover, eyes glistening. “I thought you were dead.” He breathes out, entire body trembling as he shakes his head, “Before we knew who it was...I thought YOU were the dead body they found. You weren’t answering your phone and I was so scared. The thought of losing you forever...The thought of you being dead...I can’t...You can’t leave me, Connor.” Oliver finally croaks, tears falling down his cheeks, “We can handle anything but I can’t handle not having you in my life. You are my life and I’d do anything for you. I’d seriously do anything for you. I love you and I need you. I need you.” He huffs, wiping at his eyes, reaching over and grabbing Connor’s hand, “Don’t leave me. We...can figure this out. Together. You’re safe now. We’re nowhere near Annalise and her craziness. We can be happy. Together.”

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connor looked at him, his eyes widening in shock. oliver was more perceptive than any of them gave him credit for. “i wasn’t- you weren’t my alibi okay? i swear. i just- i didn’t know where to go. i didn’t want you wrapped up in this whole thing so i lied. and it wasn’t me okay? i didn’t kill him. but i helped bury the body.” his voice was barely above a whisper at that point, scared of what oliver might do or say. “i know that okay? and that’s why i’m so bad for you. and why we broke up in the first place. i’m damaged, even you’ve admitted it. you’re better of without me. you always have been. don’t you get it? you can’t protect me. it’s already done. i’m too tangled up in this web of lies and blood and dead bodies. and now even waitlist is dead. and i can’t- i won’t let you be involved in this. not now. not when you could end up like me. on the verge of a mental breakdown every single day.” 

A part of Oliver had made the connection quite sometime ago, he just wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it or come to terms with the fact that his boyfriend...EX-boyfriend was an accomplice in a murder. Yet it all added up. Why else was Connor so persistent on keeping Oliver away? How worked up he got when he thought Phil was a murderer that he was flirting with. When he heard the words admitted aloud he chokes, eyes glistening as he looks at him, “Why...why didn’t you go to the police? If you didn’t murder him...That should have been the first thing that you did.” Though his eyes close for a moment, trying to wrap his head around everything. Okay. So Connor was involved in the murder. Of another human being. A living breathing human being. But as Connor starts speaking more about how bad he is for him he takes a step forward, “Connor...you’re my life. I can’t just be without you. That’s literally IMPOSSIBLE at this point. I can try to protect you. I can help you cover up your tracks or something. Hey. Shh.” He takes another step forward and wraps his arms around the man that he loved, pulling him close against his chest, “Connor, breathe. Okay? Just breathe. Look...we’re away from it all now, right? That’s why you wanted us to move to California? To get away? Well now we’re here in New York. No Annalise. Just you and me. In a city where no one knows us. We can start over. You got away. WE got away. And I’m not leaving you so seriously stop trying to convince me to. I already tried that and it didn’t work out. Maybe we’re meant to be together. We...can handle this.” HOW? He wasn’t sure. I mean...the man of his dreams just admitted to being involved in a murder but what scared him the most...was how CALM Oliver surprisingly was.

connor just breathed out a heavy sigh. “no, i never had an addiction to anything okay? it was just a messed up night.” he looked down and shook his head. “no it wasn’t like that. i just- i was so mad and i wanted to hurt you, because i’m such an asshole.” he tried to take his ex’s hands, his eyes searching his desperately. “i’m sorry, ollie. i want you okay? and only you. not him. i was over straight after. please? i’m sorry.” 

Oliver rubs the bridge of his nose, “Was it just to cover up Sam Keating’s death? The night he was murdered? That was...the same night as the bonfire.” He says softly, not sure if it was true but he wasn’t an idiot. The male put the pieces together and now he was awaiting to hear whether he was right or not from Connor. “See that’s the difference between us...because I never WANT to hurt you. How do I know you won’t want to hurt me again?” Though he sighs, taking a step forward, “Still it seems like we both hurt more when we’re not together. I love you, Connor. I do but you can’t...keep pushing me away. I know you’re trying to protect me but I want to protect you too.”

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connor pursed his lips and sighed looking at ollie. “you know what i love? that you still thing drugs are something that classafies as one of the worse problems.” he let his fingers run through ollie’s hair, a sigh escaping him. he didn’t want to ruin it. he didn’t want to let go the one good thing in his life. but he probably should. “i- uh. i slept with thomas ollie. the night wes did. that’s what i was doing.” @oliverxhamptonx

Oliver crosses his arms over his chest as he shakes his head, “I mean...I’m still not really sure if your whole drug addiction thing was a lie so yeah...I still worry about that.” He says softly, brown hues looking at the other as he waits, unable to help as he tilts his head softly into Connor’s hands. His jaw clenches with the words that escape from his ex-boyfriend’s mouth, eyes widening, “Okay...why? Do you like...want to date him or something? Because I can stop standing in your way.”