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As strange as it was to be taking advice from a sixteen year old boy that he’d never met before, Oliver found that everything Noah said made sense. Someone had to take the first move toward repairing things, and Peter was just a kid. It was his own responsibility as a father to step up. But he wondered how much of this was coming from Noah, now that he knew the Bratchers probably hadn’t even bothered to show up for their son.
“You have no idea what you’ve done for me,” Oliver said softly, meeting Noah’s eyes with complete honesty. “And really, I think you two are good for each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if Peter asks you to visit during Christmas.”
He glanced up at Oliver with a beaming smile. Wow, Christmas with the Woods? It sounded magical. “You think he wou-”
Noah was cut off at the shrill sound of his mother calling out his name. “Noah! There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why didn’t you meet me?” It was instant the way he shut down when his mother reached him and Oliver. She awkward patted his shoulder and he looked up at Oliver apologetically.
“Um, t-this is my mu-”
“I’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet you but we have a tight schedule and I’ve already wasted so much time just looking for you. Goodbye.” She wouldn’t even let him say goodbye to Oliver before she was whisking him away muttering about wanting to break another women’s knitting needles in half.


















