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great

( a few hours later-- )

you're still my fav even if you're being cagey as fuck
just so you don't forget

i dont want to fight with you

i don't want to fight with you either
do you want to cuddle for a bit instead
i'll bring ice cream or mochas or something

yeah
i don't want to like talk about shit though

pick a movie

do u prefer porny romcoms or porny action

action
less cheesy

done, the nudity is less obvious w the explosions

mocha pls.

caramel or?

yes
whipped cream too if u can

omw

doors open x

( it takes him a bit to get to the beach, and once he does arrive, oliver isn't immediately letting himself in. instead, he puts down the drink holder topped up with scones and muffins down on the ground in front of the door, and takes out the chunk of iron he'd arrived with. )

be inside in a sec
making a back door

( by murmuring a few words softly under his breath, causing a little bit of the iron to flow off of the chunk in a liquid-like state and attach itself to the door just below the door handle in a complex shape. he'll have to pick a connecting door later, but that's a problem for oliver to figure out later.

the iron gets shoved back into his pocket after, so he can pick up the drink holder and toe open the door with the toe of his sneaker. )

Brought you a scone too.

( nick honestly doesn't look great, a little tired and wrung out, swamped in a hoodie and sweats even though the house doesn't get cold at all. after a blowout fight with ragnor under his belt (that he doesn't want to talk about) and the rumblings of one with oliver (that he doesn't want to talk about), not to mention the whole short talk with jess (that he definitely doesn't want to talk about)...

well things are starting to stack quite rapidly, and even if he knows that he'll have to deal with all of them eventually, for now nick very much wants to act like there's nothing going on at all. so that's exactly what nick does, smile lighting up the moment oliver walks in and getting up so that he can meet him halfway and help with the drink tray. )

Oh shit, good call I haven't eaten.

( if there's a hesitation before nick leans in and presses a grateful kiss to the side of oliver's head, it's only brief. less than half a second, more of a stumble than anything. )

( nick leans in close and he tips his head in closer. hums soft when nick kisses him, but his hands are still a little full to reach out like he'd prefer to so he just--lets it go. holds the tray out enough so nick can take it and he can take his own drink off of it. )

I won't bring it up again, I swear, but-- ( he's bringing it up for a moment. ) I'm sorry I went snooping into your shit. And I should've brought it up at a better time, if I was going to bring it up at all. You should've been able to tell me on your own time, if you wanted to.

( he's not actually. well. sorry. for any of it. nick's defensiveness means it's definitely something he's still working on. his response told oliver all he really needed to know: that logan's a big enough asshole kyle still doesn't like him. that he's selfish and keeps being a reckless idiot despite what horror it might bring onto people like nick. that nick's being a fucking idiot and turning a blind eye on it because he likes logan or whatever. but he can pretend to be sorry. )

What movie did you pick out?

( nick has a reply to that, but it gets stuck somewhere in the genuine desire to not want to fight and the less helpful desire to clam up and ignore that there's any issue at all. instead he just sort of nods, taking a quick swig of his drink so that he has an excuse for his lack of response.

it's transparent but he doesn't really care. if he replies they're getting into it again and nick really doesn't have the energy for it, so he just abandons the drink tray on the nearest surface and nods towards his room. )

I think it's, like, slutty Die Hard. Maybe Die Hard II, I'm not sure. Anyway we're watching it in my room.

They're all the same.

( so it doesn't matter. nick puts the tray down, so oliver takes his own mocha (lavender, thank you) and scone off of it to carry it back to nick's room. )

Clean off a space for us?

( nick's bed actually is clear, on account of an embarrassing amount of time spent being emotionally devastated in it, but he'd be mortified actually admitting that. instead he just raises a hand before they make it to his door, motions in a way that sends a few pen pots skittering across the desk and adding to the overall clutter of the room. but the bed is clear, save the rumpled sheets, and once they're in he makes quick work of setting up the tv. )

You know, Nate actually could set up a portal right to my room. It could probably even have an occupied sign, so you don't walk in while I'm doing something important.

Sure, and I'm sure Nate's portal's plenty fun, but mine's portable. I can put my end wherever and take it down whenever.

( also it means he doesn't have to worry about someone else finding an open door and just deciding to waltz on through it. especially after nick's vague bullshit with william, he doesn't want to leave that around.

oliver finds an empty corner of the desk, puts down his coffee and scone and bends down to start picking shit up.

helpfully. )

Point out which drawer is for what.

Okay flex, don't show off just 'cause I can't do them.

( never mind the multiple offers to teach him from multiple different sources. nick will stick to learning retrieval magic and bullying his friends for rides for now, thank you very much. he heads straight for the bed, shoving down the sheets so that he can sit cross legged with the vague intention of pulling them up later, and he just sort of--watches oliver move about his space for a moment. it's nice.

even if being glad that he's here makes nick feel more selfish than ever now. )

That goes on the right side of the desk. That goes on my bed except for when I'm using it then it goes on the chair. That goes in a drawer, but it's supposed to be in the kitchen.

I'm not great at it yet.

( just enough to show off a little. you know. oliver follows directions, rolls his eyes when he gets to the thing that goes in a drawer but actually goes into the kitchen, and--leaves the room to put it actually away, before he's coming back to grab onto more crap. cleaning up seems fucking pointless, considering nick'll just leave it messy again as soon as he's gone, but.

why the hell not. )

Think Kyle'd mind if I stayed the night?

( the "system", as nick claims, is more or less just that he remembers where he leaves things and little else. sometimes very specifically "the drawer on your left but it has to be behind the book that's already in there" and sometimes more vague "i don't know, the floor?", but he has an answer for everything.

still, if oliver wants to tidy then he can, and if oliver wants to stay over then nick is already sending out the message to make sure that it's fine. housing is--strict, especially here in the up. it's something worth keeping kyle looped in on, at least. )

He doesn't mind. ( he answers before he gets a response, tugging a leg up to his chest and looping his arm around it, chin propped on his knee. ) You know if you're in a cleaning mood my desk at work could use some attention too.

You can figure out your work desk yourself.

( he gets the floor mostly cleaned up. the desk, too. enough to have a few surfaces to put items on, room to make a mess and still have some room on the floor to walk on. after it's mostly tidied, oliver pulls off his jacket, throws it over the chair at the desk, then climbs into the bed with nick. )

Scoot forward.

No, I think I need you to do it.

( he looks amused as he says it though, which is an improvement on the vaguely morose vibes that have clung to nick even with the smiles he's been putting out. he shuffles forward in the bed, careful with the drink in his hand to make sure there isn't a spill, and gives oliver just enough time to get settled before he flops back. oliver can rearrange him as he pleases to get comfortable, nick's done his bit for now. )

Can you do your thing, I left the remote over there.

( which nick could get, but he asks oliver anyway. )

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