Connor should've known that pretty boys with nicotine breath and eyes filled with stars could only pour gasoline over the ever growing flame inside him anyway. He should've guessed that he wasn't the only recipient of the beautiful words being spewed out but he stuck around like a moth to a flame anyway. He knew that stunning boys content with smoking away their days and slow dancing to 70's music were never going to stick around anyway. He knew he was going to burn anyway. But burning with Enzo Vitali at their side was an honor only a few had.