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[ What is this feeling??
Must be heartburn. He's too young for that, though. No more caffeine after 8PM. ]
It's not so bad.
[ It's possible that half a minute later, a picture is sent of Connor sitting in the dimly lit front room of Keating's home/office amalgamation. The signature smirk is on his lips and bedroom eyes in full effect. He might be tired and tired of reading through casefiles, but he's not going to look like it. ]
Must be heartburn. He's too young for that, though. No more caffeine after 8PM. ]
It's not so bad.
[ It's possible that half a minute later, a picture is sent of Connor sitting in the dimly lit front room of Keating's home/office amalgamation. The signature smirk is on his lips and bedroom eyes in full effect. He might be tired and tired of reading through casefiles, but he's not going to look like it. ]
[ As he opens the picture, his heart leaps and crash lands a moment later, unsure if it's a help or a hurt. Sometimes he feels like a puppy chasing a flashlight; just when he thinks he's got it, it darts away again out of reach. Either way, it's undeniably a relief to see Connor wasn't lying.
So, Oliver smiles, half-hidden by his fist. ]
You make working late look good.
[ Connor is also undeniably hot, and if Oliver stares a little longer than necessary at the picture it's between him and his conscience. ]
So, Oliver smiles, half-hidden by his fist. ]
You make working late look good.
[ Connor is also undeniably hot, and if Oliver stares a little longer than necessary at the picture it's between him and his conscience. ]
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