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I've already made my preference clear at this point. Though, in the end, loud or quiet, it doesn't really matter.

[hackd]

It doesn't?

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No. It's still good sex either way.

[hackd]

Well that's [ ... ] good to know.

The neighbors probably agree.

[climax]

I was under the impression you knew that already.

What, with the neighbors hearing and all.

[hackd]

Just because they can hear it doesn't mean they think it's good.

[climax]

I wasn't talking about your neighbor's opinion.

[hackd]

Oh. [ That gets him smiling like an idiot. ] I knew. But it's nice to hear you say it.

See you text it.

[climax]

Was it not obvious?

[hackd]

I don't know. You're kind of hard to figure out.

[climax]

Wouldn't keep coming back if I didn't like it.

[ Nevermind that sometimes he just needs a little IT help. Sex is just a bonus. ]

[hackd]

Unless you needed me to do something for your boss.

[ He's got your number, Connor. ]

[climax]

[ Ehhhhh... shh. ]

Technically, I'm asking you to do it for me.

[hackd]

Is that the way you ask everyone for favors?

[ He thinks he's just kidding but hahahahaha. ]

[climax]

[ HAHAHAHAHAHA— ]

Very subtle, Oliver.

[hackd]

Kidding.

[ Tbh he doesn't want to know. ]

I don't mind.

[climax]

[ It's better that way. ]

I much prefer to keep you guessing. More fun that way.

[hackd]

[ On some level, Oliver knows that. He wishes he didn't.

His first instinct is to type fun for you, but he quickly deletes it. ]

I've noticed.

[ A beat, and he's feeling bold. ]

Want to know what I'm trying to guess right now?

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[ It is fun for him. ]

They're black.

[hackd]

That wasn't it. But thanks for the visual.

[ DEEP BREATH. ]

I was guessing when I get to see you again.

[climax]

And what's your prediction?

[hackd]

Honestly? I have no idea.

But I'm hoping it's soon.

[climax]

Maybe. Keating's keeping us busy.

[ Not entirely a lie! ]

[hackd]

[ Respond without sounding disappointed, Oliver. ]

Right. [ Not quite. ] I don't know how you do it. I'd probably lose my mind if she were my boss.

[ Nailed it. ]

[climax]

[ 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. ]