Old Routine || Oliver & Levi
Oliver sat in the car when Levi pulled to a stop, taking in some deep breaths like heâd learned to do in yoga, because he really didnât want to freak out right now. He turned to Levi, taking his hand and pulling himself out of the car. âYeahâ he nodded, not entirely convincing, but at least he was walking in willingly.
âThanks, by the wayâ he mumbled before they went in. âThanks for coming with me and stuff, and for putting up with me. I know Iâm a pain in the arse most of the time, and I probably donât deserve it, but I justâ thanksâ he smiled, holding onto Leviâs hand a little too tight as they walked into the clinic.Â
Levi smiled over at him, shaking his head. âYouâre not a pain, Olls,â he assured him, pulling his hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. âItâs perfectly fine. Youâre fine. Donât worry about it,â he said, giving him one last look before stepping out of the vehicle, heading into the clinic.
He moved down the halls to the mental health wing, smiling at the secretary at the desk. âLevi? We arenât expecting you today, are we?â the woman asked. He shook his head with a smile, nudging his head toward Oliver. âNo, just here with-,â he started, before being cut off. âThe boyfriend! Heard so much about this one,â she said with a grin, handing Oliver a chart. âJust fill this out and sheâll be right with you.â










