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You were in your room, sick. You didn't know how you got sick, but you just were. Oliver soon came into your empty room, he seemed happy at first, but his smile soon faded as he saw you looking saddened.

Oliver soon came over, he was curious and worried as to why you weren't excited to see him like you usually were. He sat beside you, pulling you close.

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ — "Are you alright? You're usually excited to see me. ."

He said, lovingly stroking your hair, as you laid your head against his chest. He didn't know why you looked so down. You didn't respond back to him, not quite in the mood.

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ — "Are you mad at me? You're not answering me, and it's making me even more worried for you y'know. .—"

You still didn't reply, simply keeping your head against his chest. Oliver sighed, resting his face on the top of your head. He was trying to lighten up the mood.

He took in your scent. He loved you, but he wasn't so sure if you even loved him right now, especially since you won't talk to him.

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ — "Babyyy. . Can you answer me?–"

He kept trying to get you to talk to him, he didn't like when you were saddened, stressed, etc. Oliver sighed sadly, before immediately coming up with an idea. He put his hand onto your tiara, before saying:

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ — "If you don't answer me, I'll take your tiara off."

That didn't work. Oliver then thought of another idea, he was becoming hopeless. Soon, he thought of another one.

✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ — "If you don't answer, I'll take off your tiara, AND your bow."

That's when you immediately looked up at him, and he looked down at you, happy now that you had at least looked at him.