Chapter Thirty-three

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by CharlotteBeatrijs

by CharlotteBeatrijs

Theodore was lying on his bed in a foetal position, vowing to himself to go vegan, or at the very least to never eat as much junk food as he had, ever again.

Someone knocked on his door, twice.
"You OK? Silas told me you weren't feeling too great," said Oliver from behind the door.

A beat of silence.

"After eating a quarter pounder, one and a half large portions of fries, four cheese snacks and a mcflurry."

Theodore felt a little called out, "He's like, obsessed with me or something."

Oliver chuckled and came in. "You look like a mess," he observed.

"Thanks, Ollie, just what I needed. Some nice compliments to balance out the physical agony I'm in."

"Glad to be of service." he joked, "But seriously, can I do anything to help you feel better?"

"You could leave."

"Maybe get you some vegetable soup? A wet washcloth? A doctor?" he offered, "I could ask Gabriel to brew you something? He's like Snape. Only with less fabulous locks and a better attitude."

Theodore laughed softly, "Thanks, but this is how I learn how to deal with the consequences of my actions. Also, the paracetamol will hopefully kick in soon."

"Alright then, Ted. If you're sure."

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It was morning and Oliver was brushing his teeth, freshly showered. "It's alive!" he exclaimed when Theodore entered the bathroom.

Theodore did feel like a science experiment gone wrong, sometimes.
Physically, though, he felt alright again. "Morning," he said.

"Good morning! How are you feeling?"

Theodore shrugged and grabbed his toothbrush and some toothpaste.

Oliver rinsed his brush and filled a glass with water. "I love you." he said casually.

Theodore almost choked on his spit.

"Outrageous, I know." Oliver dead panned.

Theodore took the toothbrush from his mouth, "No, it's just- We don't say it often."
Hardly ever. He couldn't remember the last time he had, to Oliver or any of his relatives. Maybe on their respective birthdays? Maybe on just as random a moment as Oliver had.

Theodore wasn't particularly good with feelings, (read: terrible) let alone expressing them. He loved Oliver but could hardly get the words past his lips. He managed a very awkward 'love you, too'.

Theodore wasn't prepared for the hug Oliver pulled him in, "Need to take a dump? You looked a little constipated."

He snorted and heard Oliver laugh softly. He hugged him back, feeling lighter than he had when he'd woken up.

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Third update in just two weeks, a personal best, haha. Seriously, though, I'm so glad that I'm managing to update more frequently (hope this isn't me jinxing myself, lol) Hope you are enjoying them!
Thanks for reading!

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