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I don't know what the hell you've done over the last two years. You've barely answered your phone. You don't talk to me. For all I know you found some hot chick, got married, and have a little fucking heir wandering around your family's estate. Gotta keep your line going, or whatever bullshit you and your elitist family make up.

( he wants pierce to snap. wants him to get angry, start something so oliver can throw it right back at him. but none of this is false, either. pierce fucked off and left them behind to deal with his stupid family. pierce barely talks to oliver anymore. oliver has been waiting for him, because he has nothing else to do with himself.

the emotional reaction is dramatized for effect but none of it is faked. he--pulls himself up to his feet. pulls up the waistband of his pants. he hadn't grabbed a belt on his rush out the door to come bitch at pierce. )

Don't follow me.

( normally, any angle taken about his family and his personal obligations to them would be enough to make pierce snap, but... he isn't the same guy from back then. hell, he isn't the same guy from a week ago. he doesn't think he has the right to be angry with oliver either, so unfortunately, he stays leveled.

annoyed, for sure; but leveled. )

C'mon, Oli. ( he is following him whether he wants him to or not. sorry but not sorry. ) Like I have any fuckin' interest in getting married. You're being way too dramatic over this. ( that's... probably not what he should have said, but where is the fucking lie? )

I'm not letting you go back there alone.

I've handled myself for years without you. More years than I thought I would, apparently.

( he does--stop walking away to look to pierce. be a lot easier of pierce would just snap, it's what oliver was after. but apparently five years was enough for him to learn to restrain himself, which. great. except for the part where it's inconveniencing oliver specifically. )

Don't want me to go? Fine. Stop me yourself.

( pierce probably could without touching him, but he knows pierce's magic is a little. volatile. he won't chance that on oliver. )

I'm not going to stop you. You already said that you can't stay here.

( he still has enough gall to sound exasperated. )

I'm coming with you.

I'll get in trouble if I sleep over too much. Just like you'll get in trouble. And if you're going to sign me later, I don't want you to have a shit record going into it.

( so no rule breaking. at least not yet. maybe later. )

One of his rules is to not tell him about my bedroom exploits. You think he'd be happy and not say shit to someone like you staying in my room just a few walls away from his?

( he seriously could not give a single crap about what makes oliver's dominant happy or not happy.

what he would like to do is snap the fucker's neck, dismember his body and feed him to the goddamn fishes. )

I'm hearing a lot of can'ts, Oli. You know how I feel about that fuckin' word. ( this is gonna drive him up the wall, mate. not good. )

( see he was about to storm off. make a bigger mess of it. see what pierce opted to do to fix it later. but oliver realizes belatedly that he. left his shirt back at his apartment, and he's not going back upstairs.

he would have remembered it, if it wasn't for the stupid threats pierce was throwing at him. if he wasn't rushing down here to make sure it was pierce. a little too late for that. so he. raises a hand out. palm up. )

Give me your shirt.

( he narrows his eyes at oliver for a whole ass minute.

probably because he has a pretty good idea what he plans to do. but ultimately, pierce loses out to his guilt. (he's really starting to hate the feeling.) grabbing onto the back of his collar, he tugs his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing a well-defined build beneath the dark fabric.

he tosses the shirt over to oli without a word, his lips curved into a disgruntled line. )

( he could take the elevator back up. grab something, then head back down. he could also just fucking leave and deal with it. but pierce is hot and he's mad and the abs definitely help the irritation. so thanks for that.

oliver reaches out and catches the shirt, pulling it on over his head and shoving his arms through the right arm holes before he's turning back around towards the door. )

Don't get involved in my shit. Okay? I'll pull you in when I'm in a position where I can. You know how much I like watching you punch other people's faces in, why the hell would I take that away from myself if I didn't have to?

( yw

there is no way he is not getting into a fight the moment oliver disappears out that door. he doesn't care if he has to start one at a bar or out in the middle of the fucking street, but he needs to feel his knuckles getting busted wide open right now.

it may temporarily quell the thunderous storm brewing inside of him.

he doesn't try to stop oli from going. doesn't answer him either. they both know that pierce will listen to him. he always listens to him — at least when it matters. instead, he turns toward the direction of his bedroom. if he's gonna head out, then he needs to put on a freaking shirt first. )

Text me when you decide to stop hiding shit.

( because for now he's raising a hand up, waving back towards pierce before he's--opening the door leading out of the apartment and taking off. at least he knows pierce is here. that's a huge relief in of itself. it means he's got a plan, going forward. )

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