They'll find out more as they delve into this drug ring, he's sure of it. They can get by. He's just dreading reencountering that feeling of needing to run. In Detroit they had hope, they could get to Canada. He could plan. Here he'll just have to run, and that's all he can think ahead to.

"We'll make sure we get you that thirium."

The hand that's on their joined ones lifts to rest at the back of Connor's neck, rubbing his thumb there fondly and soothingly. Though it's as much for himself as it is for Connor.