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[meca]

( 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?

[behavioural]

( 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. )

[meca]

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. )