#oliver|interaction.

“let’s get married.” that was one way to propose but he wasn’t thinking the most logically right now. the only reason oliver was on two feet was because of the wall behind him keeping him propped up  —  that and sheer willpower since god only knows his legs had given up on him. “i’m serious,” he said despite his own laughter, the grin remaining on his face when he managed to settle down. “like. let’s just do it. i’d make a great husband!”

“i just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you,” oliver admits, confession perhaps fuelled by the several drinks he’d consumed earlier in the evening. he’d known it would be a bad idea approaching her but there was no way he could’ve stopped himself. 

the silence that fills the room as oliver rises from one knee seems to stretch on forever, to the point where he has to be the one to break it. “uh…” his mouth opens but little comes out; the nervousness that had been pooling in his stomach has turned into terror. “sorry… i just… did you just say no?”

“i don’t believe you when you say i did nothing wrong.”

he met violet during his second stint at college and their friendship hadn’t dwindled, unlike his interest in his degree. they’d kept in touch due to still being on the same campus, enough for oliver not to think it was too inappropriate to reach out to her after dropping out of college for the third time. some people weren’t cut out for it and he definitely was one of them. “so—” he finally shut up after explaining how his parents had taken him dropping out again, hands clapping together as he gave a shrug. “now i have like a week to get myself a job or i’m out on my ass. any bright ideas?” 

“i don't know when I started loving you, now it's all that i can do.” trust oliver to be drunk and lamenting about his feelings. bless anyone that put up with him but no one more so than them. he supposed that was the kind of thing that best friends did but he definitely didn’t like to make it easy, especially not after dropping a bomb like that. 

“i swear, every time i meet your parents it must take like... a year off my life.” he’s joking, though it’s pretty obvious due to the fact that he’s paled significantly that he’s also a little serious. “seriously. i didn’t think it would make me so nervous considering this is just an arrangement, y’know?”