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oliver welling
jake o'connell
WHAT: comforting his boyfriend
WHERE: oliver's apartment
WHEN: yesterday after the festivities
WARNINGS: mentions of sibling loss, death, etc
STATUS: in progress
what's wrong, ols?
Jake was at Oliver's - not for any particular reason other than to see his boyfriend, but he was unsurprisingly not there. He'd gone to Em's as he had been doing most of the week. Which was fine, Jake was making sure the place stayed clean for him and stocked with groceries. Poor guy was running himself ragged. Jake just wanted to make sure he did whatever he could do to keep Oliver's life as easily as possible right now. He busied himself cleaning after putting some groceries away - quick and easy foods to grab, nothing that would require much time to be taken away because he knew the last thing Oliver wanted to do was spend time doing anything that wasn't directly helping find his sister. Satisfied with that, he went on to make some real food for Oliver. When he showed up he would be hungry, and while Jake was definitely not the chef in this relationship, he had fed himself for twenty something years. He learned a thing or two and his food was just a step above edible. A few things out on the counter as he got ready to do something simple - just tacos, a comfort food for them both really - he heard Ollie come home. Setting the utensils down, he moved to be in view of the front door and started to call out his name, when he saw his face. "What's wrong, Ols?" He asked, immediately knowing something had happened. He'd never seen Oliver Welling look like that, and he had seen Ollie go through a lot of things. He made his way swiftly to his boyfriend, not even hesitating to wrap him up in a hug. "What happened?" He didn't want to guess, but he had a sinking suspicion that he had just gotten some of the worst news a brother could get.
WHERE: oliver's apartment
WHEN: yesterday after the festivities
WARNINGS: mentions of sibling loss, death, etc
STATUS: in progress
what's wrong, ols?
Jake was at Oliver's - not for any particular reason other than to see his boyfriend, but he was unsurprisingly not there. He'd gone to Em's as he had been doing most of the week. Which was fine, Jake was making sure the place stayed clean for him and stocked with groceries. Poor guy was running himself ragged. Jake just wanted to make sure he did whatever he could do to keep Oliver's life as easily as possible right now. He busied himself cleaning after putting some groceries away - quick and easy foods to grab, nothing that would require much time to be taken away because he knew the last thing Oliver wanted to do was spend time doing anything that wasn't directly helping find his sister. Satisfied with that, he went on to make some real food for Oliver. When he showed up he would be hungry, and while Jake was definitely not the chef in this relationship, he had fed himself for twenty something years. He learned a thing or two and his food was just a step above edible. A few things out on the counter as he got ready to do something simple - just tacos, a comfort food for them both really - he heard Ollie come home. Setting the utensils down, he moved to be in view of the front door and started to call out his name, when he saw his face. "What's wrong, Ols?" He asked, immediately knowing something had happened. He'd never seen Oliver Welling look like that, and he had seen Ollie go through a lot of things. He made his way swiftly to his boyfriend, not even hesitating to wrap him up in a hug. "What happened?" He didn't want to guess, but he had a sinking suspicion that he had just gotten some of the worst news a brother could get.