There was a certain flaw with blissful ignorance… originally, see, Connor figured it would not hurt as much if Racheal merely left, giving no warning and no chance for him to be made the fool as attempts of getting her to reconsider the choice he believed the other had already made. One side of Logan’s son could understand the prospect of leaving, even Logan had feared the possibility every time something went wrong, like just earlier, when Connor walked away and Logan made him promise not to leave the institute. Right now Connor had no idea where he would even go, to be honest all that drove the young feral away merely was the stress of all the things still knew and confusing, the awkward feelings he got around people at times, or the loss of control he felt when thrown in a situation he apparently knew well but couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

The only things that really tied Connor right now were few, and they weren’t items or things, they were the people, his sisters, Chris who loved it here, and Logan who was trying so hard. That made mornings and nights worth something, it gave Connor comfort to know generally every morning or night in that apartment he knew he could find Chris, and any one else who didn’t have other plans. Other people had introduced themselves to Connor, teachers and students alike, well wishers and actual friends, everyone from the teams knew he had been taken, and soon his lack of memory spread through the school as gossip so readily did. The only freedom from expectations Connor had though, in truth, were from Chris … and Racheal. And Chris was great, nothing in the world would make Connor wish to change the boy for anything… yet in the end Chris was exactly that, a boy, a child who needed to laugh and play, who needed Connor to be strong for him and supportive. The role of ‘Big Brother’ was a trait so burned into Connor growing up that mixed with his own protective nature, Logan’s son had become the glue between sisters, the only reason at times they would come together. He would yell at them, and get angry and frustrated, but in the end, they were his sisters, and he loved them, and even with Connor’s amnesia he could see that in the photos he had taken, in the way they looked at him, talked to him, it all felt so right to be there. But in the end, Connor was the eldest, and they were family, and sometimes you just needed someone outside of the family who you trusted enough to talk with, and for this bright blue-eyed feral, Racheal had become that somebody.

There was so much happening, the arguments with his family, the stress in class, it was all so hard sometimes. There seemed this anger inside that came out so willingly and sometimes Connor lashed out before he realized what he really was saying.

You don’t get the right to say things like that to me and then just waltz off.

Logan’s earlier words echoed in Connor’s mind briefly, walking off sounded like bad habit Connor had developed somewhere in his life, and memories or no memories he was still doing it! He walked away from his dad this morning and now from Racheal! "Faults and all…?" Connor whispered doubtfully to no one in particular as he moved further from the lake and towards the school, hands frustrated and trying to find something to do and so proceeded to smoothen out the creases of his top.

Why don’t you go clean something?

Now it appeared Madison’s retort haunted Connor’s mind, and the upset that caused was enough to stress the feral out once more as he forced his hands to drop away to his side. There was too much going on, he had told his father that earlier, worries about Chris, school, life, self doubt, confusions, arguments, this was all too much! For a moment Connor found himself ready to burst from the overload, no matter where he turned, it didn’t help, just more problems came to air! If only Connor had some place he could go, some escape he knew was safe and out of the way… what annoyed the feral was he probably did, just like with so many other things however, he couldn’t remember. The frustration blinded him to most of what else was going on in the grounds, which meant it was only the brief glint of Crystal’s camera lense as he passed that even remotely caught the feral’s attention, and then his confused apology that followed swiftly after.

"Oh, sorry… I didn’t see you," While awkward in expression, Connor’s movements were fluid as he shifted out of her way, "I hope I didn’t ruin…" Connor began, looking over to where her camera had been pointed beyond him, though admittedly he couldn’t really see what would have bee the focus, "…whatever you were going for," Assumptions weren’t always correct when it came to someone taking shots… after all, what one person saw with their eyes wasn’t what someone else would see. Though, as Connor looked back at the slightly older woman, he couldn’t help but notice her camera put his to shame… she probably was working on something for the school itself, or doing a project maybe for an advance class… in any case, Connor was about ready to continue on, expecting her to brush aside his interference and continue on as she had been doing before he interrupted her shot.