This is part two of the Oliver’s a single parent AU. Part one here.
As they near their apartment doors, Connor slips a hand in his jacket pocket to mess with his keys and wonders if he did something wrong.
Oliver hasn’t said a word since they left the restaurant. He didn’t even move to change the radio station when Connor switched it to a heavy metal station as a joke.
They’d talked about music at dinner and found they had similar likes and dislikes. Connor had done it so he would get to see Oliver smile and roll his eyes when he reached over to change it but Oliver just sat there, stoically navigating the evening traffic as he drove them home.
Okay, so Connor can concede that maybe it wasn’t the funniest joke in the world but, even still, the silent treatment seems a little extreme.
Should he apologize? I’m sorry I thought I would try to be funny. I didn’t know you were so passionate about metal.
The half-assed apology is on the tip of his tongue as they pause in front of their apartment doors and Oliver lets out a choked laugh.
Keys in hand, poised to open his door, Connor turns. “What?” Oliver gives another laugh and Connor smiles, despite not picking up on the joke. “What is it?”
Oliver holds a hand over his mouth to keep another peal of nervous laughter at bay and rubs his jaw. “It’s just—which apartment are we going to go to?” Oliver asks, gesturing to their respective apartments across the hall from each other.
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