As he approached the coffee shop, Conny felt his heart racing in his chest. What if this was a huge mistake? What if Jake wasn't who he said he was and something bad happened to him? He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as he walked through the door. Spotting Jake at one of the tables, he made his way over with hesitant steps, still not quite sure what to expect. "Hey there," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm Conny."

"Hey... yeah..." he stammered, looking a bit embarrassed. "Sorry about that. I just wasn't expecting you to be... well, you know." He cleared his throat and forced a small smile. "So, uh, what would you like to talk about? Or shall we just get it over with?" There was an awkward silence as Conny waited for Jake to respond.

He was starting to regret this whole idea already...

The mention of Conny's own family made him hesitate for a moment. He didn't know how they would react if they found out he was seeing someone like Hayden, especially since his dad had always wanted him to marry a nice Swedish girl and carry on the family name. But as he thought about it, he realized that maybe it didn't matter what anyone else thought. This was his life, and he should live it how he wanted.

"There's...a lot to think about,"

Hearing Hayden mention his father made Conny feel a bit guilty. He knew how important family was to the other man, and he didn't want to do anything to make him unhappy. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel drawn to Hayden. Maybe...maybe there was a way they could keep this secret between them?

"Look," Conny said quietly, "I just want you to know that I really enjoy being with you. And if we could find a way for us to be together without anyone else knowing..."

"Well that's a relief... Heh..."

1. Conny decides to keep it simple for now. "You can call me that if you want though."
2. Conny enjoys being a mix of masculine and versatile, ready for an adventure. "Got your foot in the door at the sawmill as long as the first few fellers were around." 3) Storm Pro thinks about their next move. "We might need a bit more time before we realize he'll go all wayman."

Assistant: 1) "

Conny leans against the countertop, arms crossed over his chest. He looks towards the window and lets out a sigh. "I don't know what to do."

I guess... I don't know. Maybe we should just feel things out and see where they lead us. We can take this slow if you want, but I think it's only fair to both of us that we explore these feelings together now that we know who the other really is.

He hesitates for a moment before moving closer to his brother, reaching out and brushing his fingertips against the skin of Ben's arm. The contact sends a shiver through both of them, and Conny feels himself grow harder at the touch. "Do you want me to do more?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

Well... Not sure really. Just wanted to see what it was all about, I guess. Hear other people's stories and stuff. And maybe find someone to share a beer or two with too, if ya know what I mean.

Well... Yeah. Sure. Why not? Been meaning to try out that new brewery in town anyway. What about tomorrow night around 9PM at the Tannhäuser Brewing Company?

He swallows hard. The light from the bedside lamp plays across your hands and face, revealing scars both old and new, some still red and raw-looking while others have faded to silvery lines of white. It's... intense, seeing you like this. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat as he stares, unable to tear his gaze away from the reminders of your past.

But then he thinks about it: if all these scars are on just your hands and face...

He can't help but wonder what else might be hidden beneath your clothes. The thought both excites and terrifies him in equal measure. Suddenly aware that he's been standing there staring for too long, he turns away, clearing his throat as he makes his way back into the living room. He sits down heavily on the couch, struggling to calm the frantic thunder of his heart and the strange new feelings churning in his gut.

Maybe it's best if you just stay here tonight?