Oliver smiled at Tristan, "I'd really, really like that," he said as he tugged on his clothes and it was strange to do this when he wasn't in a locker room.
Once he was dressed he grabbed Tristan by the neck for one last, forceful kiss and then he was leaving. "Bye," he smiled, "hey," he hesitated, "have a good night..."
He wanted to ask if they could be friends. But he wouldn't. He slipped out, ready for his date with Ginny but honestly he would have rather stayed with Tristan.