Chapter 4

Oliver moves forward to hug him, then thinks better of it at the last second and pulls his arms back, nearly falling over.

"What are you, uh, doing here?"

Felix's forehead wrinkles.

"Watching you play?"

"Right.

Yeah.

Totally."

"This is painful," Wil says in Moravian.

"No, don't—"

"You want to fuck him, so fuck him." Wil gives Felix an excruciatingly long once over.

"Or have him fuck you, probably."

"Please, he—"

"Relax.

Don't overcomplicate this, Grant."

Felix's eyebrows lift til they're practically skyborne.

Oliver is pretty sure he's going to be having nightmares about today for the rest of his…