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Oliver Hampton ([personal profile] catphishing) wrote2015-12-04 04:51 pm

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<oliver> So this is my private channel.
<oliver> Talk to me?


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crowedthedead: (downward side)

[personal profile] crowedthedead 2017-10-25 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. I should have called you. I didn't really plan on doing this tonight, but- [He blows out a breath and shifts to tuck his face against Oliver.] I couldn't keep putting it off. Had to rip off the band-aid, I guess.

I haven't heard from Sasuke in weeks. I don't think he's even still here. I can't sustain the business by myself and every time I think about hiring a new staff, I just hate myself a little bit more.
crowedthedead: (being comforted)

[personal profile] crowedthedead 2017-10-26 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, content to press close. This is why he loves this man; Oliver has always been here when he needed him, has learned to see past his facades.] No. I got the personal stuff off my desk and out of Natasha's office and put sheets over the furniture. I... don't want to fully dismantle it. In case they ever come back.

And I hadn't been taking many cases in the last few months, anyway. No real business to wrap up.
crowedthedead: (a little amused)

[personal profile] crowedthedead 2017-10-27 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Exhaustion is setting in, physical from the shift and emotional, and his eyelids droop as he cuddles close to Oliver and mouths a kiss to the curve of his neck.]

Mm, you don't have to fuss. [He murmurs fondly.] I'm okay with this decision. As okay as I ever will be. I just want to cuddle for a little while...
crowedthedead: (don't poke the bear)

[personal profile] crowedthedead 2017-10-27 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Soeki smiles softly, face pressed against him, impossibly fond.] What would I do without you? [At this point, he can't imagine what life here would be like if he didn't have Oliver's steady, comforting presence to ground him and keep him stable. But it's a fleeting thought before he falls asleep, arm slung over Oliver's waist, for several hours.]