closed for @cloudfms. / tom walked to the door with an air so casual it might accidentally broadcast falsehood - difficult to believe someone might do casual so aggressively if not on purpose. it was the sort of casual that brought to mind cartoons whistling, cartoons deliberately looking away, cartoons hiding something behind their back.
in tom's case, it was purposeless and unintentional. somewhat new to him, but not so new that he noticed it - when around oliver, tom rocketed from extreme to extreme, was either entirely self-conscious or totally oblivious to his own existence. both were easy spaces to occupy around oliver. to share space with oliver was not always easy, and had not always been, but the ease with which tom slipped into those patterns was worthy of note regardless.
he did have a moment of feeling odd when he knocked, though. they were some combination of distant and as close as they'd ever been, and yet at the same time were neither. the need to knock seemed to underline this, despite being entirely normal.
when the door opened, tom took one of his hands out of his jacket pocket and gave a little wave. there was something teasing about it - tom was unsmiling, except around his eyes. his hand fell, and he nodded to the space behind oliver. "you gonna invite me in?"
