Oliver, crouching with his pencil and paper. Oliver, kneeling at the foot of Felix's bed like a dog. I love how you can only see one side of his face, one arm, and the rest is swallowed in darkness. Felix is so easy - his bracelets, his bare feet, his clothing in piles under the bed. I'm sure his parents paid for private music lessons so he could learn guitar. I'm sure he only uses it to impress girls at parties. But now he has Oliver and he's pretty sure he's impressed too. Oliver, slouching over in an unnatural posture so close to the shard of light streaming in but not quite held by it. Oliver, always so close but the darkness wraps itself around his waist and holds him back. I love how the light slices the bed in half with Felix on one side and Oliver on the other. Felix's side is brighter. It always is.
