Felix swallowed thickly, praying that nothing in his face and behaviour showed just how still in love he was with the blond, even though it’s been so long since they’ve decided that their relationship was not going to make it through the distance and that they’d be better off as friends. It was far from perfect but it worked better than they did in the months, weeks prior to the break-up. “Yeah, lead the way,” he nodded with a smile and wrapped his arm around Ollie’s shoulders, pulling him a little bit closer. Even when they still just were friends it was a torture for Felix to not be able to be affectionate with the other because he was just that kind of person who would charge his batteries through the physical contact with others. But now more than ever he needed some affirmation that they still could be close with each other without making it more awkward than it seemed to be.
Few minutes later they entered a cosy tea shop in which Felix has immediately fallen in love with, wanting to take a milliard pictures of the place – obviously with Ollie in the foreground background. “Did it open recently?” he asked the other, still looking around mesmerised. As they approached the counter, Felix ordered the teas and a little snacks for both of them – it was like a reflex, he just knew, what Ollie would order for himself. They sat in the booth by the window, waiting for the waitress to bring their teas, sitting in a somewhat comfortable silence but there was still some tension present between the two of them. “You know, Mikey keeps asking about you all the time,” he spoke softly because talking about his brother seemed like a perfect idea at the time. Felix adored his baby brother who now just wouldn’t shut up and stop asking him questions, whenever he was back in New York. He mostly asked about his travels but there was always at least one question about Oliver and Felix just couldn’t help but avoid answering to those kinds of questions.
Oliver looked up at the other and smiled at him softly, giving a little nod when he agreed to go with him to the place nearby. He still didn’t know how exactly to behave around Felix, he honestly never really did. Ollie was always confused around the man, confused about how he felt towards him and his physical affection, as well as what that affection could mean. Felix had always been an affectionate person with all his friends, which was always something that drove him crazy because he had never known whether it was platonic or not until the events that lead to their getting together had happened. He was always flustered whenever the platinum blond would touch him, making him blush and stutter at every touch until he grew used to it and welcomed it, missed it whenever Felix wasn’t around. He hated that he couldn’t get that anymore, at least not to the same degree as it had been before. It was warm and familiar when Felix wrapped his arm around his shoulders and held him to his side as they walked. “Right this way,” he replied with a small smile, wishing that he could man up and put his own arm around Felix’s waist, but he didn’t think he was entitled to that anymore.
He smiled when they walked into the store and saw Felix’s reaction to the place, knowing that the other would absolutely be in love with the quaint little cafe. He could see the little wheels turning in his head about what images he could take in this place, how Ollie knew that those pictures would turn out breathtaking because when was something Felix did not that? He nodded again in answer to the question and smiled. “Yeah, about a month ago?” he replied, giving a glance around. “I found it a couple weeks ago, and it’s not only gorgeous, but the drinks and food are amazing,” he assured the other. Ollie blushed lightly when after one look at the menu Felix already knew what he would usually order for himself here (after trying everything the first few times, of course). He followed the other to a little table by the window and took his seat across from him. He smiled fondly at the mention of Felix’s little brother. “Does he? It’s been so long since I last saw him, I miss the little one...” he said softly, still smiling, albeit a little sadly as he thought about the child. It was true, he did miss Michael, almost as much as he missed Felix all the time that he was gone and they didn’t have contact. They were both forces of nature and the only way he could get them to calm down or quiet down was to bake them something.
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