Connor allows himself to be pulled into it. What he's holding is set aside on the nearby countertop so that he can fully embrace Daniel, giving him a tight squeeze in return. It feels safe here. It feels right.

It takes a moment of steeling himself to give voice to the words he wants to say.

"I hope it's not inappropriate for me to say, but..." His expression dips. "...It feels like home here and I can't quite define why." Home here with you.