(i'll get 2 requests soon i swear chat. oopsies!! - mutt xx)

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Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He knew. You knew that he knew, it was obvious when Oliver knew something. Hell, he couldn't keep a secret for the life of him. He kept sneaking glances at you, staring anxiously. Just... watching your every move. It was unsettling and, to put it bluntly, you nearly wanted to blow him up right there with a stick of dynamite for it. But.. you didn't, because that was an inappropriate reaction. Obviously. As much as you wished it were normalized, but well, we don't all get what we want, you supposed.

It was randomly one evening that Oliver looked at you. You'd been... tenser lately, more short-tempered, despite your previous attempts to be calmer around your partner Oli. You'd made some efforts, but lately? Things seemed to go down the drain. You were actively fiddling with a lighter, flicking it and sparking on the flame. On and off. On and off. On and off. Just to... keep your eyes off him. Keep your attention focused elsewhere.

"Is.." Oliver hesitates for a moment, "is everything okay with.. with you? Are you okay?" He questions after a heartbeat. His soft voice breaks through your thoughts, getting you to look at him. He seems to stop himself from flinching, steeling his expression and starting again. "Is... there anything I can do to help? Maybe..?" He wrings out his hands. You know he's nervous to even ask that, but it's your turn to flinch at the question as you hold your tongue momentarily to very carefully think over your answer. You don't.. want to yell at him. But you do. But that wouldn't be a good way to treat your boyfriend. Ugh, why were relationships like this.