[His gut pulls into a knot. That doesn't matter anymore, he wants to say, Oliver's question the trigger and this answer the bullet. But if it didn't matter anymore, then why keep secrets?

Connor shuts off the movie and the ostentatiously trimmed actors and the intricate sets they occupy dissipate into darkness, the unfamiliar words into silence. He rolls onto his back, staring up into the nothingness.]

If it were up to me, I wouldn't have anything to hide from you.

[But he cannot undo what has happened, cannot extricate himself from his actions.]

I keep thinking about what you said to me, that I don't have to let Annalise control my life anymore. And I keep thinking about how before it was because I wanted to protect you that I didn't tell you anything - because I didn't want you to become involved the way I was. But now, out here...maybe it's really just because I don't want you to hate me.

[The darkness may mask his expression, but it does nothing to cloak the way his voice splinters against the end of his sentence.]