Hallucinations and reality
Oliver was alone in his room, laying in bed. He had just gotten home from a pretty rough mission that still had him shivering.
Suddenly, he saw something move in a dark part of the room, making him reach for the knife he had hidden under the pillow, but he quickly dropped it as the figure came closer and he realized who it was.
"Tommy...?" He kept his voice low, as to not alert anyone in the next room. He knew this was a hallucination, but it felt, and looked, so real. Every time he saw the man in front of him, there was a small bit of hope in the back of his head that Tommy had really come back, even if he knew it was impossible.
Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifting Oliver's head and placing it on his lap, gently petting the other male's short hair. "Hey, Ollie. How are you doing? Had a pretty rough fight there."
Oliver knew this wasn't real, after all, there was no weight shifting on the bed whatsoever, but he could feel the other's warm touch. He could hear the man's voice loud and clear. And he knew it should not have felt as calming as it did. "Yeah, but I'm good. Not joining you yet, I'm afraid."
Tommy chuckled at that. "I don't want you to. I want you to live. As long as you can. I'm always right by your side."
Oliver found himself smiling, but the creak of the door had interrupted the small moment, for better or for worse.
Tommy had disappeared as quickly and silently as he had appeared and it left Oliver reaching out to him before quickly pulling back, sitting up and looking at whoever had opened the door, knowing he didn't have to fight back, but still feeling on edge. "Hey there."
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