[ In the space between Connor's inhale and his next words, Oliver had been bracing himself for rejection. The events were already unfolding in his head, the terrible way he'd feel as he got a pillow and blankets for Connor and told him to go to sleep. At least he'd have closure. That's all he really wanted out of this conversation, anyway. It was stupid to hope for anything else.
His jaw is set as Connor opens his mouth, but the words that come out are so not what he expected that they take a moment to catch up with him.
But once they do, his arms drop and his jaw goes slack. ]
What?
[ His eyes have a guarded, flinty look, like he's not sure he heard right or he thinks there might be some catch. (Well, there's already one very big catch, and that's that Connor's drunk and can't necessarily be held accountable for things he's saying now, come morning, but.) He takes a half a step forward, his eyes narrowing as his mind scrambles to make sense of the turn of events. It's too late to stop the flickering flame of hope that's ignited in the pit of his stomach, but he might still be able to tamp it out if he has to. ]
You're not just saying that so I'll have sex with you... right?
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His jaw is set as Connor opens his mouth, but the words that come out are so not what he expected that they take a moment to catch up with him.
But once they do, his arms drop and his jaw goes slack. ]
What?
[ His eyes have a guarded, flinty look, like he's not sure he heard right or he thinks there might be some catch. (Well, there's already one very big catch, and that's that Connor's drunk and can't necessarily be held accountable for things he's saying now, come morning, but.) He takes a half a step forward, his eyes narrowing as his mind scrambles to make sense of the turn of events. It's too late to stop the flickering flame of hope that's ignited in the pit of his stomach, but he might still be able to tamp it out if he has to. ]
You're not just saying that so I'll have sex with you... right?