You know, ya gotta feel for the guy. He begins thinking he knows what he's doing. He's got a plan, he's focused, and he starts off pretty good. He draws Kate into conversation, thinks he's got it under control, but then she turns things around. She shows him compassion, caring, and it totally throws him off his game. He tries to get his focus back, and he makes a good effort. Throws out his questions meant to shock and surprise the truth out of her. And they almost do. He can see her breaking down, he knows he's close. But then she shuts down, clams up, answers his questions with questions.
She gets up and moves away. He follows, corners her so she can't escape. In hindsight, I'm sure he'll realize that was his first mistake. Close proximity to this woman is just not a good idea where he's concerned. Messes with his mind, makes it so he can't think. But he gamely tries to stay on his talking points. Hammers her with a few more questions. She continues to evade and he continues to lose his tenuous grip on his sanity. Hell, standing this close, how can he help but not touch her? He'd have to be half-dead, right? And then she has to go and do that thing where she drags her lower lip through her teeth, and as if that weren't bad enough, she has to fix those fearful eyes on him and ask him if it really matters who she is and why can't he just let her be who she says she is? He had an answer to that question at one point, but damned if he can remember it now. So he does the only thing he can think to do. He kisses her, and well, that was just about the worse thing he could have done.
Yup...poor Connor. He just did not have a good morning.
I did though, the writer says with an evil chortle, rubbing her hands together in malicious glee.