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Amanda leaves and Oliver is left with an incredible sense of uselessness, a sense of alright, fuck, and what now? that he can’t quite shake off. So he cancels the last couple of his meetings for the day (or rather, tells someone to cancel them for him) and proclaims the rest of the evening to be a time for self-care - read: drinking the only alcohol in their home (spiked Trader Joe’s seltzer, courtesy of Vir) and rewatching the Bobby Kennedy documentary. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work.
There’s a noise at the door and Oliver can vaguely hear the sound of Vir coming in, but he doesn’t bother getting up to meet him. He lets him come to Oliver instead, and only when he sees Vir standing at the door of the living room does Oliver give off a little wave for Vir to come join him by the couch. “Hey you, you’re home,” he’s about to say late, but then he realizes that no, it’s just Oliver that happens to be home before Vir for the first time in too long, “on time.” He props himself up on his knees on the couch, which puts him at the perfect height to pull Vir down into a kiss. He realizes that the alcohol on his breath isn’t something he can exactly hide now, but then again, he has no intention of pretending to be something he’s not - not with Vir, at least (not now, at least). “How was your day?”
