[How far they've come from blood pacts promising to tear his soul out or whatever to Oliver making him his own protective charm. Theo raises his brows but he's pleased, touched even, though he still tries to maintain a more aloof sense of self because. We're adults here not lovesick teenagers who get feelings for anyone that dares show them a little affection. (More than that - genuine care.)]
Be gentle with me.
[He says with a laugh, knowing they both know better than to assume it's a needed warning - and he flops himself down, shirt hiked up with one hand and the other folded behind his head as a rest. He keeps his eyes on Oliver, smiling soft, because. Again, he likes to watch him work.]
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Be gentle with me.
[He says with a laugh, knowing they both know better than to assume it's a needed warning - and he flops himself down, shirt hiked up with one hand and the other folded behind his head as a rest. He keeps his eyes on Oliver, smiling soft, because. Again, he likes to watch him work.]