#interactions | andy.

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Over the past few days, Oliver has been hesitant about leaving Eli’s side. Yes, he’s aware Eli is a grown ass man, standing at a staggering six foot seven, who could handle himself. But with everything that’s happened, you couldn’t really blame him for being so weary at the idea of it. It almost makes him sick, really. With everything that’s now happened with Andy too, he had no other choice but to get out and go back to everyday life. He’s happy to do so, especially for Andy and Lettie. But that worry still lingers at the back of his mind, and he hugs and kisses Eli a little longer than he normally would before he heads out.

“Hey, crutches.” Oliver laughs out as he greets Andy at his place. Andy had wanted to go over the aftermath and what they needed to do next, also Oliver just wanted to check in on him. Ollie had gone and handled the van with Lettie, and now they needed to make sure everything else was settled. But, of course, Andy needed to be patched up first. A gunshot wound is nothing to really tiptoe around, Oliver should know that by now. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, scrunching his face a little. He assumes being shot obviously wasn’t part of their plan. Blue eyes begin to scan Andy’s expression, instantly being able to notice something isn’t right. “Hey, you good?” Ollie questions again, now moving to sit beside him. “You’re gonna heal up soon. Lettie’s good too, and the van’s all taken care of..” His words trail off then, head canting to the side. “What is it?”

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imessage - Andy.

Ollie: have you seen eli? like maybe at the clubhouse or something?

Ollie: he's not at his apartment and his bike is still there too.

Ollie: he's not answering his phone either and he wouldn't just not answer. maybe i'm being stupid idk.

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It hits Oliver a little early on in the night that this might as well be him and Eli’s first real event as a...couple? Partners? Lovers? Whatever you wanted to call it. They still keep it to themselves, enjoying small glances and subtle smiles that make them both weak and stupidly giddy. But it didn’t take much to put two and two together, especially after the auction, Oliver making a jealous skeptical of himself, and then a nervous wreck of himself as he fought with his best friend. What a night. Soon enough, that leads him to avidly avoiding Andy at all costs, even after the ATF raid, which is a rare thing for Ollie. Usually he came weeping, saying he’s sorry and that he doesn’t want to be hated. But this time he keeps to himself, doesn’t touch the whole thing, afraid it might burst. Maybe being shot has changed him, who knows. But either way, he touches Eli’s hair signalling that he’ll be back, and heads over towards Andy with caution. “Hey.” The biker greets quietly as he moves to sit beside him, plucking out a neatly wrapped box from his jacket pocket. “Gift wrapping. One of my many talents. I’m like the biker Martha Stewart.” Opening with a joke. Maybe getting shot hasn’t completely changed him. He holds it out for Andy now, a little nervous. Inside it contains a silver chain with a dog tag at the end which has ‘R A B M’ engraved onto it. Rowan, Andy, Benny, Maddie. “I got it done a little while ago. A little after you got out and you were all..sad. Uh, I had to get it redone ever since Benny.” He smiles, “I just always knew you guys would find your way back to each other. You guys have always been like Romeo and Juliet but like, you know, without the dying part.” Okay, Ollie.

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Oliver shows up to the clubhouse a little late, still unshaven, his hair grown out longer than it’s ever been. But surprisingly enough, he looks better. Happy, even, the way he used to. You could most likely thank Ramina for this, as she’s been his concrete source of light and happiness over the last few weeks. But maybe he was also just overly excited for today, finally getting to meet his sweet little nephew. Who would have thought, Oliver Stone, an uncle! To put things lightly, he’s over the damn moon, and he feels as though his heart might explode. 

He tries to contain himself as he arrives, presents under his arm. “Hey, man.” Oliver greets, approaching Andy once he spots him. “Oh shit, you have one of those baby backpacks!” Uncle Ollie, dumb as hell. He laughs, though, resting his pile of presents on a nearby table. His laughter stops for a moment, but then it spills out of him before his body even has a say, “Sorry, sorry..” He snorts, “I just never thought I’d ever see you like this. You look so funny, but I love it.” His laughter finally subsides, though his smile doesn’t, and he suddenly feels overwhelmed with pride. He’s so overwhelmingly happy for Rowan and Andy, he might burst. Oliver wants to go right in and ask to hold Benny, but he thinks it might be better to wait for his cue. “You look happy. Fatherhood suits you.” He means it. “How’re you guys settling in?”

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He’s spent the last hour going in and out of sleep and staring at the walls. He could have watched TV, as the nurses and his doctor suggested, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so and he wasn’t sure why. The silence that surrounds him certainly wasn’t good for his head space currently, as all he can sense, hear, smell, and feel is everything that transpired. Oliver had been telling people he doesn’t quite remember what happened, that his memory and thoughts are all jumbled. But it’s all in his brain, clear as day. It’s burned a hole in his brain, also bringing along a strange feeling of hopelessness.

Then there’s his fight with Andy. Their very last interaction before everything. What the fuck was wrong with them? What kinda fucked up twist of fate was this? Fighting with his best friend before what could have easily been his very last moment? It was just cruel. Oliver moves to sit up on his bed now, feeling like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs, his body beginning to tremble again. He hadn’t even checked if Andy was in the hospital, mainly because he was too damn scared to know the answer. But as if on cue, Andy appears in the doorway of his hospital room and Ollie could have burst into tears right then and there. He doesn’t, but he’s close, the lump in his throat feeling like a golf ball Maybe he was just stupidly lucky, or him and Andy still had that same shared telepathy for one another. “Hey..” Ollie trails off pathetically, “Um, wonderful weather we’re having.”

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Oliver looks to his best friend, and sees something foreign. It’s as if someone has rested a gentle hand over his eyes and only allowed him to see through the cracks of their fingers. Andy becomes blurry, distant, and distorted. Which was strange, maybe inevitable, but still fucking strange. Oliver has spent so long avoiding this grand inevitable, the concept of fate grabbing a hold on the person he’s known and cared for the longest. But after Desmond, after Ryder, after Andy skipping on going to his group therapy, and after finding Andy piss drunk and vomiting on more than one occasion, this couldn’t be avoided anymore.

The day of the wonderful and kinda fucked up 40th anniversary for Primordial MC comes sooner than expected, and leaves a sort of sour taste in Oliver’s mouth. Sure, joining the club was a fun and bold move in his life, one he’ll never regret. He did belong here, with all the chaos, and with all the people he’s come to call his friends. But nowadays he’s starting to wonder the cost. Losing people he cared about? Losing himself? His sanity? He doesn’t know anymore. Regardless, with an unsettled expression, he walks over to Andy. For a moment, words escape him and nothing comes out once he’s before him. It relatively reminds him of the feeling he had when he was asking his crush to senior prom, but this time he’s confronting his best friend about how he thinks he’s lost his fucking marbles. 

“I need to fuckin’ talk to you. Now.” Oliver finally spews, deciding to clutch onto the anger that settles in his stomach, as his love and nervousness for Andy might be the one thing to jeopardize what he came here to do originally. With that, he walks into an empty room nearby, nodding as a signal for Andy to follow. 

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sms - andy bffl 4 lyfe

Oliver: i licked my finger and put it to the wind and something didn't feel right so before i put it up my butt tell me what's wrong

Oliver: also what's the name of that sexy lawyer

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color ryan worried. as of recently, ryan can’t quite pinpoint her sudden demise. she feels as though the concrete walls of her mind that once guarded her most sacred beliefs have come crashing down, torn to pieces by forces unknown. maybe this was for the better, though she wasn’t sure yet. what she does know is that it makes her undeniably concerned when she lays eyes on her once brother in law. for a moment, she thinks to walk away and pretend as though she never saw him. but for some reason that sounded strangely cruel. so, she approaches him, hands nervously residing in her pockets. he looked like he needed cheering up, if she were being honest. but she won’t ask him what’s wrong, mainly because she knows he’ll hate it. instead she gives him something better. something to make fun of.

❛  hey.  ❜ she states, looking over to him.  ❛  you know, your friend ollie suggested i put a karaoke machine in the diner..  ❜ the woman trails off, a gentle smile decorating her features.  ❛  in all honest, it’s not a terrible idea. but i’m hesitant. i had this middle school crush that i swear was gonna fall in love with me if i sang to him. so, during some school dance i grabbed the mic and sang endless love by lionel richie and diana ross to him — and yes, i sang both of their parts. i somehow did a duet with...myself.   ❜ then she puts her hands to her mouth as if she was holding a microphone, putting on her best prepubescent teenage voice, equipped with vocal cracks and everything.  ❛  and i....i want to shaaaare all my loooooooooove with youuuuu....  ❜