[Theo has yet to dress at all, save for the toga-wrapped sheet he's got on - he also wandered out into the halls most immediately, seeking out familiar faces and this one is bound to disappoint him in only a few moment's time. But like a magnet, he sticks to Oliver with a sleepy half-smile, gaze flicking him over while he sits in a moment of relief. Whatever's going on is new, weird, probably rigged not-in-their-favor but together is a lot better than on his own.]
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[Theo has yet to dress at all, save for the toga-wrapped sheet he's got on - he also wandered out into the halls most immediately, seeking out familiar faces and this one is bound to disappoint him in only a few moment's time. But like a magnet, he sticks to Oliver with a sleepy half-smile, gaze flicking him over while he sits in a moment of relief. Whatever's going on is new, weird, probably rigged not-in-their-favor but together is a lot better than on his own.]
What the fuck is right, though.