Oliver — as he often does — is pacing around his room in the castle, trying to memorize his lines.

The sidekick, always.

He ignores the first gentle knock, thinking maybe it’s just James making sure he’s decent.

But as the second one sounds, he irritably goes to answer it.

His irritated demeanor instantly changes when he sees you, though.

You’re holding a warm cup of tea, that worried look in your eye. You know how stressed he’s been recently.