[You have no idea how many times Oliver has fantasized about that. Granted this isn't quite how he imagined it, but a whole night where he has a valid excuse to be close to Achilles?
Yes please?]
Uh. Yeah. Sure. I'd lo-- [No. Don't say love. Don't sound too clingy.] I'd be happy to.
[Now if only he could master the art of forming a sentence around him.]
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Yes please?]
Uh. Yeah. Sure. I'd lo-- [No. Don't say love. Don't sound too clingy.] I'd be happy to.
[Now if only he could master the art of forming a sentence around him.]