@fatesluck
As frustrated as he was with Irene, the feeling was mutual when it came to Oliver. He knew the two were on decent terms, oddly enough, but the fact that she was willing to drop four grand on him was telling of where their relationship stood. They’re both adults, though -- Andy would never try to tell Oliver not to speak to someone. But there’s an ache in his stomach that comes from Irene Fisher, considering she’d been a consistent source of heartache for Rowan. There’s an strange twinge of betrayal that comes with the feeling, confused as to why Ollie didn’t seem to have an interest in pushing back against the bid. It leaves him suspicious of both of their motives, eyes narrowed as he catches sight of the other man. “Hey,” he greets casually enough with a nod, pausing to take a sip of the drink in hand. It gives him a chance to sort through what to say, and the buzz he’s currently riding. Thanks to the latter, he gets right to the point: “The fuck is going on with you and Irene?” His tone isn’t exactly accusatory, not yet at least, his voice stern and confusion evident.
