#fluuuuufff

A soft kiss goodnight demanded from a mostly-asleep Oliver when Connor finally joins Oliver in bed. “I’m not going to sleep without it,” Oliver says, grumpy and groggy. Connor takes pity on him. Oliver’s asleep again before the kiss ends.

Their knuckles brush when they both reach for popcorn in the bowl between them at the same time. Somehow they end up holding hands instead, salty fingers tangled atop the popcorn.

Connor sets his alarm ten minutes early, just to watch Oliver stand and stretch, backlit by the sun in the window. He’s shirtless. The light outlines his shoulders and sides. Around his head looks like a halo. He’s Connor’s angel, though Connor will never admit that out loud.

Bored in class, Connor texts Oliver for pictures. Oliver sends back a selfie with a wide smile. The caption, When I think about you. It’s not what Connor expected, but it makes him smile too. He sets it has his background and thinks, I love this man.

At the end of a long work day, Oliver greets Connor at the door of their apartment, his arms spread. His face, sympathetic. Connor drops his suitcase and falls into him. “How did you know I needed this?” Connor asks.

When Oliver replies, “Boyfriend intution,” Connor only sinks further into him until he is wrapped up entirely in this man and their home. “Plus, you didn’t ask me for dick picks today. I knew something was wrong.”

Connor laughs and the world is brighter.

“Want to watch Netflix?”

Connor shakes his head, slight.

“I’ll keep holding you,” Oliver adds.

This time, Connor nods.

Nemo had officially survived three days of school and he was absolutely exhausted. Although those short three days had felt much more like a month. He had been trying to remember how he got through school before he ran away but he couldn't remember at all. But if he wanted to stay here, which he slowly was convincing himself that he did, he'd have to get through the school portion at least.

But school was officially done for the day and that meant only one thing. A whole lot of doing nothing that required thinking with Oliver. But since hanging out at the school was a no go, the next logical thing for them to do was go into town since there was really no where else to go, being in the middle of no where and all. 

He grabbed his sweatshirt from the back of his chair and grabbed his wallet and keys off the table before turning towards his door and sprinting out of it. If they weren't trying to hide whatever was happening between them, Nemo would have walked right up to his door which was only a few down from his and walked down to the back gate with him. But since that wasn't possible he walked right past his door and down the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the bottom floor and was out the door.