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He doesn't miss a beat. "'Course you can." He may as well let the situation take charge of itself– or let Hara take charge of it, as it increasingly seems she's keen on doing. It's no matter; Oliver is more than amenable to letting her steer the ship, curious as to where it may go. He leans over the edge of the bathtub, resting his head on his crossed arms and looking up at her. "Come warm up."

Her thumb edges the door frame where she's kept her gaze. But when he gives her the greenlight, she does not hesitate to move.

Her slip of a dress stays on when she steps into the bath with him. She slinks into the opposite curve. Legs folded to her chest as she fills the empty space. But although there's room to breath, it does not bother her when limbs touch. The warmth of the water and his company does her well.

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“Can you stop staring? You’re gonna give me performance anxiety.”

Nadine did not kill the person that they’re currently draining blood from. Murder is not their thing, outside of very specific circumstances. No, they just found an opportunity that happened to be a lot easier than stealing from the blood bank. They hadn’t gotten takeout like this in years.

But of course, there’s always a downside. And it was not the sad flood of memories that always came with blood, but it was the eyes on them now, fangs in the neck of some poor guy. They would probably be more freaked out and less annoyed, but it’s Oliver. That dude is always around, somehow.

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sometimes, felix feels like nobody ever truly sees him. it is a hilarious, ridiculous thought that most would scoff and turn their noses up at if he ever said it aloud. especially coming from a man from his social standing, with his privilege. he doesn't mean to draw more ire than he does already, so this is something that felix mostly keeps to himself, one of the many things that go unsaid between oliver and himself. it's why oliver had felix on the hook of his fishing line so easily, with his brave vulnerable honesty about his upbringing, despite knowing how alienating or uncomfortable it is to talk about such things. it's not the style of the catton's, that's for sure. anything uncomfortable or hard to talk about that affects them directly just isn't dealt with or acknowledged. what do they teach these boarding school psychos? latin, water polo, child abuse, felix'd said, and then put his hand on oliver's knee. it was just light-hearted enough for the truth of the joke to slip by unnoticed. "you think?" he hums, biting the flesh of the inside of his cheek in thought as his gaze flickers, taking note of how vulnerable and small oliver looks. "and then, i suppose, there are things you find out about yourself at the least opportune moment. things you hide away or can't confront in the light of day." felix lets the words hang in the air and doesn't elaborate on what he means, letting them drift away like smoke as he takes another drag of his cigarette. this too, will be swept under the rug neatly.