“Connor?” Oliver calls as he walks into the apartment.
Connor’s car was in his space in the garage so Oliver knows he’s home but his boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Setting down his bag, Oliver pokes his head into the bedroom to verify it’s empty before looking around the apartment again. “Connor?”
“You have to promise not to laugh,” says a muted voice from the bathroom.
Oliver walks over to the closed bathroom door. There’s no light peeking through the bottom. “Are you hiding in there?”
“You have to promise not to laugh,” Connor repeats.
“I would never laugh,” Oliver assures him.
“Promise.”
“Connor, what’s the matter?” Oliver asks. “You’re scaring me.”
“Oliver! Promise!” Connor demands.
“Alright. Alright. I promise,” Oliver says. There’s silence between them and Oliver doesn’t hear Connor moving to open the door. “Connor? I promise I won’t laugh. Please open the door.”
“Okay,” Connor mutters and opens the door.
Oliver braces himself for the worst and is more than a little relieved when Connor opens the door and there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him. Wait. Are those- “Are you wearing glasses?”
Could you maybe write something where Connor gets an eye infection or something and can’t wear his contacts and has to wear dorky glasses that make Oliver’s look fresh off the runway (not to knock Oliver’s adorable glasses) please??
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