Oliver fucking Quick, loneliest in the world. At his own birthday party, no one knew his name. He has spent most of the evening hunting down Felix to try to apologize, to no avail. Now he sat in the manor, absolutely inebriated as he tried to figure out what to do. He didn’t even notice who sat down next to him.

“Happy birthday, Ollie,” You smiled.

His eyes snapped up and over to you in surprise. Someone from his college. Friends with Felix. “Hey, um, thanks.” He smiled. They remembered him.