Despite the sudden motion of her movement, Connor didn't let Kijani's hand go. He tightened his grip, enough so she couldn't slip away. He decided he wasn't having that, not now. He rose calmly, and whether she wanted it or not, he hugged her. "You have to stop running away from me. I'll just keep on following, chasing after you." He hated knowing that he had put pain in her, hated knowing that he caused her such emotion. What could he do to convince, truly?
With the truth. The complete truth. As he tried to figure out the words he wanted to say, he just finally decided to simply let them tumble out.
"From the moment I first talked to you, on the stairs after that first PD session, I wanted to know everything. I told you you should speak with someone, to help with your powers, to help with the reason why you very nearly broke down there, that you should do something to help yourself. It might have taken you six months to tell me. But you did. But right from that moment, I wanted to know the puzzle that was you. You intrigued me. You still do. You always will. And then you asked for help, water and fire proofing paper. I desperately wanted to succeed in helping you with that. Because it seemed it was the first time you had ever asked for help. And then somehow, I slipped through your defenses. And I never wanted to be pushed back out of them again. If I have my way, I won't be. I need you." He swallowed, his voice catching on those words.
He took a moment before continuing. "I know it's hard for you. I can be patient. Very patient" He said, "But I'm scared that every day, at anytime, you might look at me like you see me as you do everyone else. Like you are never sure if they are going to stab you in the back or not. I don't think I could live with that, not now. I know, very much so, that I can hurt you, just as you can hurt me. I don't think that makes us weaker, but stronger. I would do anything for you"
And now he let her hand go, knowing she would probably want to run off, as she had wanted to before, before he lost control. He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching her, hoping to god he wouldn't have to repeat what he had said, because he wasn't sure just what he had said, the words spilling out. He wasn't too sure what else he could do. But he was keep on trying.