[ Before, Oliver would've smiled at the things Connor's saying. Now, it just hurts, especially when he reminds himself Connor probably doesn't even know what he's saying. It's not fair for Connor to make Oliver miss him when by all rights he shouldn't.
He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose throughout all the commotion.
But in the darkness behind his eyelids all he can see is Connor's bright, half-manic grin, his carefully tousled hair, his lusty gaze, and it pulls on his heartstrings in all the wrong ways. So he snaps his eyes open again and stares at the ceiling. After Connor's finished speaking, Oliver grits his teeth to keep from blurting something he might regret. He's not the one who's had a few too many. ]
Why?
[ So much for not blurting things. ]
What do you want from me, Connor? [ He sounds tired, and not from being woken up in the middle of the night. ] No, ju— Forget it. Never mind. That's not a conversation we should have while you're drunk. Or— ever.
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He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose throughout all the commotion.
But in the darkness behind his eyelids all he can see is Connor's bright, half-manic grin, his carefully tousled hair, his lusty gaze, and it pulls on his heartstrings in all the wrong ways. So he snaps his eyes open again and stares at the ceiling. After Connor's finished speaking, Oliver grits his teeth to keep from blurting something he might regret. He's not the one who's had a few too many. ]
Why?
[ So much for not blurting things. ]
What do you want from me, Connor? [ He sounds tired, and not from being woken up in the middle of the night. ] No, ju— Forget it. Never mind. That's not a conversation we should have while you're drunk. Or— ever.
[ He sighs. ]
Where are you? Are you...alone? With friends?