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“What did you do when you interfaced with him?” Leo asked. Dorian blew some air and diverted his gaze. “Just tried to give him some hints but he’s a bit clueless about certain things he’s never experienced. I didn’t want to push it.” That hurt just a little, but Connor reckoned the words were fair. He was clueless then, and still clueless now, not understanding what Dorian had meant. “Yeah…” Leo sighed. “He’s very innocent.” Damn. Leo thought him to be clueless too? Connor felt just a bit distressed, but at the same time he reasoned that he might be getting the chance to stop being clueless if he just kept the channel open for a little while longer. “You however are not innocent,” Dorian brought up to Leo, who snickered. “Not really, no,” he agreed. His pupils were wider than before. He was lightly flushed. “Do you… wanna…?” There was a fleeting moment right there, as Leo and Dorian looked right into one another’s eyes. Connor could sense that Dorian was running many preconstructions all at once, putting a bit of stress on his system. The distance between him and Leo was decreasing. Connor halted all unnecessary processes. The visual feed disappeared as Dorian closed his eyes, giving more space to proprioception, and Connor felt a light pressure against his nose, his lips—something soft. It felt good, and the brush he soon could feel against his tongue was all the better yet—it wasn’t truly against his tongue, of course. It was all Dorian’s senses, but it felt… good. They were kissing, Connor realized. Dorian and Leo were kissing. Connor felt increasingly clueless, not understanding why this was happening nor how his friends thought he should fit in the big picture. Why were they kissing? Did they mean for him to kiss them too? Was that an appropriate thing for friends to do? Connor would have googled that question if he still had the computational power to do so.