A Coliver 2×04 Fast Coda
Connor can’t get his key to work. Between the exhaustion and the nerves, his hands keep shaking and he can’t catch the key in the lock. He rubs a hand over his eyes and tries, and fails again, to slide the key home.
Cursing, Connor pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to settle. It all feels too close. The conversation with Annalise. The case brining up ghosts from school Connor’d long thought buried. It’s all coming up to the surface and Connor doesn’t know how to shove it all back down again.
When the door to 303 swings open wide, Connor looks up. Oliver looks…rumbled. All sleepy and cozy and soft. He’s got PJs on and his hair’s matted down on one side. A line from the pillow case snakes across one cheek and he’s squinting without his glasses or contacts.
“Connor?” Oliver asks, voice ruff with sleep. “What are you doing?”
“My keys.” Connor holds up the keyring and feels like an idiot. “Couldn’t get them to work.”
“Okay.”
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