I Heard You Like Fish Sticks || @trickyarrows
Another sip of water and another nervous flutter of his stomach as more time passed. Ollie didn't often frequent dinners like the one he was currently seated in, or restaurants in general really. He had briefly considered cooking dinner for Roy himself, but he felt that the situation called for it this time. If nothing else it would insure that things wouldn't get too heated if their conversation took a turn for the worst. It would all be worth it if they could finally talk though.
His and Roy's relationship wasn't as bad as it could be, and had in fact been, but there were still things they didn't talk about. Things that weighed heavily on both of them, and sat stagnate in the air during their every interaction. The pressure to talk, to give voice to their grievances was like a physical presence in his chest. So no, while things weren't bad they needed to get better. This surely would not hold.
Another minute, another sip of water, and Ollie hoped the fish sticks were as good as people said.
