So these scenes gave me lots of feels…Oliver resists the urge to tug at his tie again and takes a sip of his drink instead. He hates these functions for Connor’s firm. Socializing with all the type-A, Ivy League educated, designer clothes sporting lawyers always makes him feel inadequate and rumpled and boring. Every person he’s introduced is ridiculously successful with a spouse to match and he feels like an idiot. Also, they have the same look of shock when they learn he and Connor are together. Most quickly hide it but Oliver knows what they’re thinking, “What does Connor see in this guy?” And, looking out over the crowd of perfect people, Oliver can’t think of a damn thing.
After hours of watered down drinks and inane conversation, Connor leans over to whisper in Oliver’s ear, “Let’s find my boss, say goodbye, and get the fuck out of here” and Oliver’s never been more in love. They’re silent on the drive home and it isn’t until they’re in their kitchen when Oliver asks the one question that’s been bugging him all night.
“Why me?”
Connor turns as he tosses the car keys into the basket by the phone. “What?”
“Why me?” Oliver asks again. At Connor’s blank look he explains in a rush. “I mean what is it? Why me? I’m not a lawyer. I’m not super successful. I didn’t go to a good school and I don’t read books on the New York Times Bestseller list. I hate watching the news cause it’s depressing. I really like my job and might want to go into management someday but I’m not really driven to become a CEO or anything. I really hate wearing suits and I can’t cook. I’m such a nerd I even embarrass myself sometimes. I think I’m pretty good in bed but it’s—it’s not spectacular or anything. I mean—sometimes it’s pretty spectacular. I was actually really impressed with myself on your birthday last year but that’s not the point. The point is—is that there’s nothing special about me—”
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