After a big argument, you were sitting in the car, while Oliver drove, the silence was loud, tension was loud. you glued your eyes outside the window, staring hard, when you feel a large, cold hand on your thigh, you look and see oliver’s pale, veiny hand pressed against your thigh, you rolled you eyes and pushed his hand away. a few seconds later, he pressed his hand back, raising it high and holding tighter. “I know you’re mad but please..” he said softly.