gray was going to vomit-- she felt sure of it. somehow, she'd managed to find connor's dorm, and clearly without putting much into it first, she'd gone right over to see him. they hadn't spoken since the phone call, which she deemed a disaster after hanging up, but he'd made it pretty clear he had no interest in her being in paris, let alone seeing her. clearly, though, she didn't seem to care, as she was standing outside the door to his dorm, knuckles rapping against it in a knock. nervousness had her stomach tied in knots; what if he slammed the door in her face? what if he started screaming at her in front the whole hallway? fidgeting slightly as she waited for connor's answer, she shifted her weight between her feet, her fingers running uneasily through her hair. she swallowed hard as she heard him approach the door, taking a deep breath and looking down at her shoes. she just wanted to see him, to talk. that wasn't so bad, right?