A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

7

He grins, satisfied. He types something, and not even a second later, I see Hanks stupid little contact pop up.

"Fuck you, why am I here."

I kick my feet, "Chris, what are you planning?"
Chris continues munching on his little snacks. "Hank, Y/N, you are both incredibly lonely. Hank, please tell Y/N your wise old man words to explain to her how to get over this feeling."

Hanks camera turns on, only showing an awkward chin angle. "I don't know, you don't see me with girls lined outside my house do you?" Chris asks, "Ah, but would that help?"

Hank responds like its an easy question, "Duh."

I see Chris visibly frustrated. "That's what im trying to tell her! She absolutely denies the idea of going back out into the world to help her heal." Hank chuckles, "You should. Before you get old and crusty like me."

Feeling violated, I only stare at the camera with my mouth open.

Silence fills the call for a second, before Hank interrupts. "Ok, are we done now? Because I just got a fresh new bottle of whiskey-" I complain, "That sounds awfully nice right about now." Hank stares at me for a moment, "As I was saying, I have a new bottle and I would really love to drink and go to bed." Chris waves him away, "Yes, obviously. Go get drunk." Hank smiles before quickly exiting the call.

I rest my phone along my chest, only providing a beautiful view of the top half of my head. Chris stares at me, waiting for a comment. I comply, "Look, getting people to gang up on me isn't going to convince me." "Fine then, if you had to describe your dream man, give me every detail."

"Easy," I start, "Brown or black hair, green or darker eyes, none of that neon color stuff. It freaks me out. I would say tall, but I don't want to sound generic. But yeah, tall. Kind, but is also not afraid to goof around. A guy thats just my best friend, supporting me no matter what. We would have animals together- Oh! A big golden retriever. He better be listening to music with me 24/7, and he has to be willing to do this weird self care stuff with me, because its depressing to do it alone. Matching pajamas, all day. And-" "Okay," Chris cuts me off, "I meant more like... personality and physical features. We are getting a little distracted here."

I think for a moment. "Fine. He should have a full smile, lines creasing along his eyes. His voice, calming. Reassuring. Oh, back to hair. It has to be long enough for me to twirl it around my finger, I need to be able to play with it. Aka, no bald people. He has to be a little smart, because if he is constantly lagging behind me because he can't process his thoughts, its only gonna irritate me. And.. final thing. He cannot wear skin colored pants. That is absolutely disgusting."

Chris clicks his tongue, "I wrote all of that down."

You have got to be kidding me.

"Im not."
I slam my hand against my mouth, I guess I said that out loud. I am really bad at keeping my thoughts in. "Chris." He doesn't acknowledge my concern, only continuing on. "You know what you just described. Like half the men in Detroit." He puts his hand down, tired from typing. "You can easily find someone who will love you."

I sigh, "Yeah, but I wish I didn't have to LOOK. I wish it was just there.. in front of me. Like real love should be, not any of this futuristic, dating app, hookup crap nowadays." A thought flashes through my mind... what if it is right in front of me?

I have no time to continue thinking on it, Chris laughing in victory. "I finally got it out of you! You DO want love!"

I guess that was kinda a confession.
Crap.

The rest of the night, I text online friends, call Chris for a bit longer and call Nancy, watching movies, blasting music, taking selfies and videos of myself. I even trim up my hair a little, compulsively bored. There's one video that I film, and I look absolutely scrumptious. I decide to post it, not really thinking my thoughts through. Of course, the dirty old men comment on it like, "I like your bra." "I wanna pull your hair" and good ol, "Wanna link?"