“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.” (tito)
“’m fine, Tito” Oliver sniffed, blinking back the few tears that threatened to spill as he rolled out from beneath his uncle. Tito had a habit of tackling Oliver for a playful fight whenever the mood seemed to strike him, but Oliver was just as bad for instigating these fights sometimes. “Just landed funny on my wrist, I’ll be okay.” he waved him off, exhaling a sigh as he checked his arm over. It looked okay enough to not be broken, though and Oliver let it go, sitting up. “Don’t tell Mom”
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