Old Routine || Oliver & Levi
Oliver sat in the car when Levi pulled to a stop, taking in some deep breaths like he’d learned to do in yoga, because he really didn’t want to freak out right now. He turned to Levi, taking his hand and pulling himself out of the car. “Yeah” he nodded, not entirely convincing, but at least he was walking in willingly.
“Thanks, by the way” he mumbled before they went in. “Thanks for coming with me and stuff, and for putting up with me. I know I’m a pain in the arse most of the time, and I probably don’t deserve it, but I just– thanks” he smiled, holding onto Levi’s hand a little too tight as they walked into the clinic.
Levi smiled over at him, shaking his head. “You’re not a pain, Olls,” he assured him, pulling his hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. “It’s perfectly fine. You’re fine. Don’t worry about it,” he said, giving him one last look before stepping out of the vehicle, heading into the clinic.
He moved down the halls to the mental health wing, smiling at the secretary at the desk. “Levi? We aren’t expecting you today, are we?” the woman asked. He shook his head with a smile, nudging his head toward Oliver. “No, just here with-,” he started, before being cut off. “The boyfriend! Heard so much about this one,” she said with a grin, handing Oliver a chart. “Just fill this out and she’ll be right with you.”













