everyone’s favorite lackey | oz & vi
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The past year (months even) had brought forth more questions than answers. Let alone many solutions or conclusions that Oz was comfortable with. For almost the entirety of the autumn, he’d felt confused and angry and afraid. Yes, afraid. Not just for himself but for the people around him. Ashmont had never been... safe for him, for a variety of reasons. In retrospect, he could not understand why he chose to stay. He was too loyal. Even to the people and places that burned (and were generally of no benefit for him to be around). Maybe it was some form of self-punishment. He’d need to consider that later. He already made two significant steps in the past month: 1) beating a pillow into submission and forgiving Daisey and Nate and 2) caving and finally committing to getting fitted for a hearing aid. Therapy would come. Give him a break.
Needless to say, if there was one thing Oz knew, without a doubt, it was that he needed to get out of Ashmont. Luckily, his core group of people -- his people -- had the same idea.
But as much as Oz wanted to act like he knew everything, he didn’t. For example, amongst the many things he still needed to figure out was his relationship with Vitória -- curious and different and proving to be something of a learning curve. A warm, familiar one, at least.
He was learning to enjoy being the bag carrier. “Vitoria.” it was almost a whine because Oz was a big baby, “You realize it’s no fun for when you go in there with 1000 clothing items and don’t show me any of them on.” He glanced around the little corridor in front of the dressing rooms where he was told to wait, “There’s a floor-length mirror out here for a reason.” He could see her ankles peeking from under the dressing room door. Leaning back in the cushioned chair, “I’ll fall asleep if you’re not careful. Then who’s going to carry your bags?”