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Not my fault you're a screamer.

[ So.

Okay.

It's really not his finest hour. Or his finest anything. In fact, it's openly and obviously pathetic. But, whatever, it doesn't matter. Sort of. A little. Okay, it does matter, but right now it doesn't.

See, it's barely been a handful of days since he tried to reconnect with Oliver and instead ran into some dark horse. At first Connor had just told himself that it was a friend—guy from work, maybe?? but what IT guy is that ripped??—or even a neighbor. It didn't mean anything. But, it began to fester. The very thought dug and dug and dug in his mind, crowding out everything else even when he tried to stop it from happening.

Oliver is a first for him. Simply put: he doesn't do boyfriends, but he'd somehow found himself connected to this tech geek. By a tender, fragile thread, but it was still there. And Oliver had no way of knowing just how much he'd gotten under Connor's skin. Oh, Connor had tried, but even he knows it was a shitty attempt and he just expected to be given what he wanted like he'd always gotten.

It's not often Connor lets himself feel like a jackass, but he does right now. Especially the deeper into his cups that he gets. Unable to sit at home with his annoying thoughts, he'd gone out. To a bar, not a club, he hadn't wanted to deal with the heavy music or the sweaty guys grinding all over him. So, he takes up shop at one end and sits. And drinks. And wallows. And Connor Walsh is not inclined to wallowing, but he totally is.

After sitting at the bar for a few hours, he begins scrolling through his phone. Somehow ("somehow") he winds up on Oliver's name, but thankfully does nothing. Yet. He's not that drunk. Another hour of sharing his woes with the bartender and a patron or two seated nearby, he calls it a night. He can drink at home. Except, as soon as he steps outside into the cold night air, his fingers are tapping the screen and he's calling Oliver.

Oh he'd tricked himself into believing he was going to contact Uber for a ride home, but he never quite made it to the app. Instead, he pushes that green call button and presses his phone to his ear, waiting. ]

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Meet me in the library tonight.
- CW

re: the first one 8)

no subject

deal with it.