Oliver feels something wet drip onto his cheek since he has his head leaning against your shoulder/head. He furrowed his chesnut brows and pulled away, gently using your chin to turn your head towarss him. His green eyes sparkled. "Hey... what's wrong? Where's my pretty smile...?" He asked, trying to smile a soft grin but really couldn't push past his confusion. Though, he was still his calm and collected self. (You continue and enjoy! ♡)
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