Connor stared at him for a long moment, carrying thought, judgment, and something almost fragile beneath. The sunlight pooled behind Uno, outlining him in that soft, unreal glow that always made Connor's chest ache in ways he refused to name.
Then, finally, he nodded. "Yeah," he said, voice quiet but certain. "I'm giving you a chance."
Uno blinked, like he hadn't quite expected to hear it spoken aloud.
Connor's expression didn't change much, but the tension around his eyes relaxed, not from forgiveness, but from the first breath of it. "Don't mistake it for absolution. This isn't me forgetting what happened or pretending that you didn't play god with my life. It's me saying you get one chance to do something different."
Uno leaned forward slightly, the air between them growing heavier, charged. "Different how?"
