[By some manner of miracle, Connor manages to make his way to the bathroom; hands pressed to the cool porcelain of the sink, he leans forward to be met with his reflection in the mirror.
He looks... well, the same. He same facial features, the same eyes. But skin, actual skin, warm under his touch. His hair has mussed itself sometime in all of this, strands falling across his forehead.
Connor’s reaction is one that’s trying to fend off the panic in his chest, and his mind is reeling. Without thinking, he just calls out—]
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He looks... well, the same. He same facial features, the same eyes. But skin, actual skin, warm under his touch. His hair has mussed itself sometime in all of this, strands falling across his forehead.
Connor’s reaction is one that’s trying to fend off the panic in his chest, and his mind is reeling. Without thinking, he just calls out—]
I’m human, Ai! How is this possible?