open to anyone, based on: best friends, dating, whatever. they’re drunk and oliver is an idiot. maybe they’re in vegas.
“let’s get married.” that was one way to propose but he wasn’t thinking the most logically right now. the only reason oliver was on two feet was because of the wall behind him keeping him propped up — that and sheer willpower since god only knows his legs had given up on him. “i’m serious,” he said despite his own laughter, the grin remaining on his face when he managed to settle down. “like. let’s just do it. i’d make a great husband!”











