How long he stood there, Connor didnt know. But eventually, he backed away from the door, staring at it a moment before slowly turning and walking the short yet oh-so-massive feeling space between Cutter's door and his. He opened the door to his flat and glanced over his shoulder against the still-closed door.

The next thing he knew, his door was closed behind him. Somehow he made it to the bedroom before he collapsed onto the bed. He trembled as a sob caught in his throat and he slammed his fist down on the mattress as the tears started to fall again. He barely even registered the throbbing in his hand as he did.

He had screwed this all up....