( lips press against the back of her ear in an almost kiss. it's empty affection; something oliver easily offers. the small bit of metal isn't nearly enough to make anything useful, but that's just fine - he knew how much he'd get before he'd started. instead, he raises the finger it's balanced on and puts it into his mouth when he leans back up a bit for safe keeping.
that's a later oliver project. )
I didn't want it back. I wanted a little bit of you.
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that's a later oliver project. )
I didn't want it back. I wanted a little bit of you.