[All on contingency, of course. The bread arrives along with salad William didn't ask for and he can't decide if he's pleased or annoyed. His eyes keep slipping back to Oliver, the features of his face just... so fucking familiar. The more he looks at him the less confident he is that that's Theo's face at all, but in the same moment there's no mistaking it. The crease of his brow, the way his lips move when he speaks. It's alarming. And alluring.
Adding on with no actual desire to draw lines because if this "Theo" asked him for anything, he'd likely find a reason to comply:]
no subject
[All on contingency, of course. The bread arrives along with salad William didn't ask for and he can't decide if he's pleased or annoyed. His eyes keep slipping back to Oliver, the features of his face just... so fucking familiar. The more he looks at him the less confident he is that that's Theo's face at all, but in the same moment there's no mistaking it. The crease of his brow, the way his lips move when he speaks. It's alarming. And alluring.
Adding on with no actual desire to draw lines because if this "Theo" asked him for anything, he'd likely find a reason to comply:]
No pets.