Milli- Connor's room - well, just outside it

[h2_muses]

Connor steps out of his room for the second time this morning (and it's a lot earlier than he'd intended) - his previous exit had been for to his sojourn into Faith's room to collect all of her things. That had been an unpleasant trip and he had had to fight himself very hard to not do something rash. Now, he is on his way down into the bar to get some food, some coffee, maybe chocolate… whatever. As he steps out of the room, the young lady from a couple days ago is coming down the hall.

"Dawn, yes?" he asks.

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[macleod_connor]

He narrows his eyes. "Did something happen? Are you all right?"

[badderthanyou]

"I don't wanna talk about it," she replies softly, so softly it's barely audible.

[macleod_connor]

"You sure?" he asks gently.

[badderthanyou]

Dawn nods at him and starts walking again, toward her new room.

[macleod_connor]

Connor blinks at her as she walks by. "Hold on." He takes a couple steps to catch up with her. "Faith'd kill me if I let you go without finding out what was going on. She'd want to know. Or at least want me to help."

[badderthanyou]

Dawn's eyes widen and she starts to back away from him, shaking her head. "No. No. I… I can't tell her. No. Please. I… just… please don't make me…." She backs away until she bumps into the wall, then slides to the floor.

[macleod_connor]

"No. I didn't mean you had to tell her. You don't. I think she'd like to know, but not until you're ready." He walks over and kneels on the floor beside her. "Or, I could tell her. If you think it would help."

[badderthanyou]

"Please, no. I can't talk about it again. Not yet. Please. I need to sleep. I'm so tired." She scrubs her hands over her face.

[macleod_connor]

"Okay. I'm going downstairs for a bit if you want anything."

[badderthanyou]

She shakes her head. "No. Thanks." She's quiet a moment, then, she spits a name: "Angelus."

[macleod_connor]

Connor stiffens, but tries not to let her see how angry that name makes him. "What did he do?" he asks, attempting to keep his voice even.

[badderthanyou]

"Bad. Pretended to be Angel. Did stuff. Please don't make me tell it again. Not now." Her eyes are gazing, unfocused, across the hallway.

[macleod_connor]

"No. I won't. Here." He stands and extends a hand to help her up. "Come on, now. You're exhausted. Get some sleep. I'll check on you in a few hours."

[badderthanyou]

She's so tired, she's nearly forgotten she didn't want to be touched and lets him help her up, but retracts her hand quickly. "Sorry. I'm okay. I'm going to bed. I don't need anything right now. Thank you." She seems very disconnected and distant as she moves to the door, unlocks it and lets herself in. The door closes behind her and the lock clicks into place.

[macleod_connor]

He watches her go, then heads down into the bar to get some 'stuff'.