Oliver had tried not to think about Benjy, but it was impossible. He felt guilty, and angry, and god damn it he still missed Benjy. He couldn't believe the other man had outright lied to Penny, denying anything had happened, despite the photo. Then, he'd had the nerve to be angry with Oliver for telling the truth! How dare he!
How dare he still be so appealing to Oliver even after all that.
He'd been on the couch, trying to read but nodding off. He'd had a drink or two himself, but he wasn't drunk. The banging at the door had startled him, and he'd jumped up and headed for the door without thinking.
Then he heard the voice, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
Benjy. The person he never wanted to see again, and also at the same time desperately wanted to see.
He should just ignore Benjy. What was he even yelling about? Hope he went away.
But Oliver knew he was going to do no such thing. He approached the door, leaning his forehead against it, listening and picturing Benjy.
Then he opened the door quickly, trying to glower, but it wasn't easy when your heart lurched in your chest at the sight of a person...
"What do you want?" Oliver hoped he managed to sound angry.