Connor looked up when she said his name, trying to remember if his name had been spoken. He didn't think so, and he watched her, looking up, watching her walk to him. "yes?" he asked softly, unwillingly letting hope drip into his voice. Was she remembering? Or had Marl called him by name? 

He swallowed, and rose, hesitating, and taking her hands in his, looking into her eyes and refusing to look away. It was probably right then that Connor decided it didn't matter to him if she remembered or not, because no matter what, he could virtually drown in her eyes. 

And that was probably the cheesiest thing he had ever thought, but he decided he didn't care. He smiled almost shyly at her, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes slightly, and the vague thought of cutting his hair slightly flowed through his mind, only to flow right back out as he waited for her to continue speaking, waited for any other sign that she remembered what was going on.