[ It does absolutely nothing for his heart rate when Oliver moves closer. In fact, he gets such a terrible palpitation that he winces at the force behind it. This is ridiculous. And unfair. And stupid. Oliver shouldn't still have such a ridiculous, unfair, stupid control over his emotions like this. Least of all when he's drunk. At least sober he can ignore anything. But right now alcohol has painted his heart and his tongue with honesty.
He wets his lips and his body, too, moves before he realizes his brain gave the command. So. His hands are suddenly open and curling around Oliver's elbows. It's a mistake to touch, of course it is. But it also isn't and Connor is focusing more on that. There's a chill in his fingers, his skin leeching warmth from Oliver's; he swallows thickly as if that will somehow help him breathe easier. (It doesn't.) ]
I am those things, yes. [ One shoulder lifts in the semblance of a shrug. ] Sorry. [ He smiles a little, one corner of his mouth curling in a slight smile. It's obvious he's not apologizing for touching Oliver. ] I had. A lot. Very much.
[ There's a pause and he tips his head, looking at Oliver through his lashes. ]
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He wets his lips and his body, too, moves before he realizes his brain gave the command. So. His hands are suddenly open and curling around Oliver's elbows. It's a mistake to touch, of course it is. But it also isn't and Connor is focusing more on that. There's a chill in his fingers, his skin leeching warmth from Oliver's; he swallows thickly as if that will somehow help him breathe easier. (It doesn't.) ]
I am those things, yes. [ One shoulder lifts in the semblance of a shrug. ] Sorry. [ He smiles a little, one corner of his mouth curling in a slight smile. It's obvious he's not apologizing for touching Oliver. ] I had. A lot. Very much.
[ There's a pause and he tips his head, looking at Oliver through his lashes. ]
Couldn't stop thinking about you.