Okay so, I know that we(maybe it’s mostly me)talk all the time about Oliver being Connor’s home and Connor coming back from a terrible day to the wonderfulness that is Oliver and Oliver’s apartment. But what about Connor being Oliver’s home. Like…Oliver decides to take the elevator up, which he knows is super lazy of him and he hasn’t been to the gym at all this week and it really is only two flights, but today that’s two flights too many. Fred (Is that guy’s name Fred or is Fred the other one?) from upstairs is already in and they exchange weary hellos. Neither try to make small talk and Oliver is embarrassed when the elevator dings at his floor. He should have just taken the stairs.
He walks listlessly down the hall, replaying the events of the day in his head. Nothing really awful happened today it was all just a little too much. Too many annoying problems and coworkers. Too many screens. Too much artificial light. Too much squinting to read small print. It was all just too much today.
Oliver almost closes his eyes as he walks down the hall. His eyes hurt. Maybe he should have worn his glasses. For whatever reason, his eyes never seem to strain so much when he wears his glasses. Maybe he needs a new prescription. Isn’t he due for the dentist too? Did he already get his allergy shot for this season or does he still need that? What was that shot he got a few weeks ago or was that just blood work? Dammit, why can’t he remember?
Digging through his bag for the keys, Oliver thinks over the conversation he had with one of the VPs after he got the guy’s email working again. That last comment seemed…odd. Was that supposed to be a joke? Was he being serious? If it was a joke, it was terrible one. But if the guy was serious, Oliver’s pretty sure he should be offended. Maybe he should be offended either way. The guy laughed a little while he said it, does that mean something? Is that the kind of thing he’s supposed to tell HR about? God, Oliver sighs as he slips the key in the door, he doesn’t want to go to HR. He doesn’t want to file a complaint and fill out a report. Maybe he’s just being over sensitive.
Oliver’s surprised when he opens the door and his lights are all on. Music is coming out of the computer and the smells coming out of the kitchen are fantastic.
Connor’s head pokes out around the fridge. “Oh, you’re home.”
Oliver chuckles at that as he shoulders off his bag and hangs his coat. “Expecting someone else.”
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