Who: Oliver and J-S What: Hanging out at Olivers, casually watching the news... Oh wait. When: Backdated to Sunday. Where: Oliver's apartment.
Oliver was sat on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, a few sheets of A3 paper spread out in front of him. He was copying up some prints, neatening up the edges and sharpening the lines and angles ready for work the next morning, and at the moment the work was taking up the majority of his concentration. The TV was on, the newsreader droning on about something or another as Oliver reached up to ruffle his fair hair thoughtfully, gaze sweeping over the drawings in front of him.
Then something the newsreader said managed to catch his attention. Ollie's head snapped up, the pen that he'd been chewing on still clamped between his lips as he listened to the report about the wolf.
Oh, bollocksing hell...
Ollie slowly turned his head to look across at J-S, who was sat above him on the sofa. Up until now, having his boyfriend staying with him had felt like a bit of laugh, nothing too serious or anything for him to be worried about. It didn't feel like that at the moment. He reached up to pull the pen from his mouth, freeing himself up to speak.