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Post 2×11 when Connor and Oliver finally have some time alone.

Oliver presses a kiss to Connor’s neck. “So, we finally have time alone.” He shifts himself so that he’s straddling Connor and runs his fingers under Connor’s shirt. “We can do whatever we want, as loudly as we want to.” He grins.

Connor doesn’t. 

In fact, Connor doesn’t do much of anything. His face stays blank, and he looks past Oliver, up at the wall. “Con?” Oliver asks. Connor just lets out a quiet, questioning hum. “Are you tell me that the Connor Walsh doesn’t want to have sex.”

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