"You're such a terrible liar. I know for a fact that you put out on your first date. You put out even without a date or in the middle of a date. You're the definition of easy," Tommy said, chuckling.
He tried to get settled in a position that put them in contact, without actually touching Oliver. His hand hovered for a moment, trying to place it without feeling like a complete idiot, but he gave up and ended up putting it on top of Oliver's, their arms next to each other. "This is so gay," he muttered, shaking his head. "How easily could you get into the infirmary and get me some morphine?" Not that he was really considering, but it had to be better than lying here, with his best friend, doing their best imitation of every romcom ever filmed.