Oliver settled next to J-S on the bench, his thigh touching against the other boys in a way that made him vet conscious of that small point of contact. He really did like him, after all. He was cute and funny and he didn't seem like the kind to play games, which was something Oliver couldn't stand in people. He just seemed like a genuinely good person, which he'd come to realise you didn't find as often as you'd think.
"I know where you mean," he nodded. "That must have cost a fair amount, though." He smiled at J-S over the rim of his cardboard coffee cup before taking a sip. "Don't your family mind you moving?" His Mum would have thrown a fit, but then she saw every phone call as an opportunity try and to convince Oliver to move back to London.