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Remember: everything Oliver says is made up.
Oliver trudged into his partner's room, standing in the doorway with red puffy eyes wondering if they were still awake. Self destructive thoughts swirled loudly in his head, it felt like he was drowning. *...God, I don't want to disturb them. Why the fuck can't I deal with this on my own?* He mentally scolded himself
But he knew he couldn't do this alone. He knew his thoughts would take over and make him do something he'd regret if he didn't ask for help. Working up courage he walked towards the bed where they lay, quietly nudging them. "...Hey..."
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