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Tree Bros- Alien AU

Evan ran as fast as he could down the street to who knows where.

All he knew was that his ship had crashed, he was taken somewhere, somehow managed to escape, and now he was running for his life from men with guns possibly, almost definitely, trying to kill him.

His eyes darted around his surroundings looking for escape routes. He saw an alleyway and quickly ran into it. It ended up dumping him out into what appeared to be a neighborhood street.

He set off again and found the first house with the lights still on and began frantically banging on the door.

Evan took a quick look over his shoulder to make sure no one had caught up to him, when he felt the door pulled out from under his fist.

He turned to see a very aggravated man standing in front of him. Said man had brown hair pulled back into a messy bun, brown eyes, a dark t-shirt and loose pants.

"Who are you and what the fuck do you want at 1:00 in the morning?" the man said his voiced laced with venom.

Evan looked around nervously, "Hey, uhm, s-sorry, but, uh, long story short I-I'm not from around here a-and there are people, with-with guns, chasing after me . Please please please let me hide in your house? I'm like 95% sure they want to kill me." Evan rushed out quickly, though making sure he was still understandable.

The man blinked, "What?"

"Please, I-I'll make it up to you somehow. Just please don't leave me out here." Evan begged glancing over his shoulder once more.

The man sighed, "Alright," He said stepping aside enough to let Evan in, "whatever, if you turn out to be some, like murderer or something then, guess I'm dead."

Evan let out a sigh of relief and quickly made his way into the house and out of clear sight of the open door. "Thank you, thank you so much."

The man just shrugged and shut the door behind him.

"I'm Evan by the way." Evan said holding his hand out for a hand shake.

The man looked at Evan's hand and then back at his face, "...Connor. Want anything to eat or drink?" He asked ignoring Evan's hand and making his way to the kitchen.

Evan awkwardly lowered his hand, did humans not do hand shakes? He could have sworn there was something about it in the files he had had in the ship. "Uh, j-just some water maybe?"

Connor came back into the living room where Evan was with a cup of water for Evan and a cup of coffee for himself. If he was going to be woken up this early, then he at least deserved some caffeine as compensation. 

Connor took a seat on the couch and looked at Evan as he stood in the room. "You know you don't have to stand right? Have a seat."

Evan flushed lightly, "O-oh, okay uh, wh-where?"

"Anywhere you want I guess." Connor replied.

Evan gave a small nod to show that he'd understood ant then took a seat at the other end of the couch.

"So," Connor began after a few moments of silence, "What'd you do?"

"Wh-what?" Evan asked confused.

"You said people are chasing you right? Well then you must have done something. So, what was it?" Connor explained.

Evan looked down at his cup, "That's a little, uh, personal don't you think?" he asked.

Connor raised an eye brow at him, "I just let a stranger into my house who apparently has people with guns after him. I'd like a little context please."