Nothing like looking at yourself through someone else's eyes. He can see what he had for lunch, that his heart is currently steady instead of being tainted by an alcoholic arrhythmia, that he's managed to forget to do up one of his buttons.

That's what breaks it. That he tears himself away from the wash of wonderful emotion and saves Connor a look at his subtask folder because he fuckin' forgot to do up a shirt button. But he actually looks a little sheepish as he does it.

"That's uh... that's a lot. So you can do that whenever you want?"

He rubs the back of his neck, ducking his head so his hair hangs in his face and he collects himself. Having someone say they care is one thing. Have it hit him so fully and forcefully is another.