closed starter for @blakecastillo
oliver was never one to approach things with dignified care. he was a time bomb, bursting life and an undeniable desire to please in ways that were more than unconventional. but with the brewing chaos that festers madly within this town, it was hard to find a segment of time where being completely himself felt right. he’d hate to emerge, bright and effervescent, only to stare blankly into the faces of people who would rather bury their heads down due to pride or fear rather than spring to life.
so, when he sees blake, he does his best to revert away from what he’d usually do. at least that’s what his therapist would suggest and she was usually right about these things. blake did just lose someone, and the whole community center business was another real pain in the ass. he nods to her in greeting, leaning against the wall beside them. ❛ you good ? ❜ he questions kindly, that same sweet, charming smile gracing his expression. that he couldn’t help. ❛ you want drugs ? i got drugs. or alcohol. we can go that route too. let’s get fucked. ❜ remember that whole thing about ollie deciding to approach things differently ? yeah, it’s out the window.