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The once down didn't go unnoticed, and it certainly did make his cheeks flush just the lightest shade of red, let's face it you could smile and Oliver would probably melt then and there no matter who it was, but the cowboy did seem to spark it more than others. "I'm trying to keep up with myself ya know? Being sent out a week from now and I don't wanna relax so much I'm outta shape for the next mission- but I'll keep it in mind..." He smiled at the end a sheepish tone in his voice.
"You think so?-" he looked down at himself for a moment before back head a smile gracing his lips like always "-they are a bit big but kinda nice to not have something fitting or tight on after having to wear my stupid uniform all week. He did glance at the other for a moment or two thinking over his answer. "I...I mean can't say I haven't thought of leaving, but I got a point to prove to people back home, and I got my own demons I'm running from.. overwatch is a nice...'distraction' from it." He snickered just a bit more to and at himself than anything. "Naw I don't think I'd be able to do that, but hey! Who knows." He smiled a bit and opened the door to the kitchen for them.
Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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"Why is everything your fault? Surely you knew the risk of starting this sir...I understand feeling a bit like you failed people and the weight of death on your shoulders- but this was bound to happen...a few suffer for the greater good...and...I know that's not good- it never is but it was bound to happen no matter how hard the army or you tried"
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“maybe it wasn’t…but look how far that got you sir- I mean clearly your doing something right and from what everyone else can tell. It seems to be enough…”
He was taken a softer approach this time with his words as he gestured to the office they were in. “No one I know is this accomplished in their life…”
        “Yes but I didn’t want war” Tord sighed “This was suppose          to be as peaceful as it could get…But then force needed          to be applied….it made it worse…People are dying and          its my fault Oliver”
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"maybe it wasn't...but look how far that got you sir- I mean clearly your doing something right and from what everyone else can tell. It seems to be enough..."
He was taken a softer approach this time with his words as he gestured to the office they were in. "No one I know is this accomplished in their life..."
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       “I changed my, whole life when I learned to, ignore them.         I changed my, whole life up Maybe it was not enough”
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"well that's...good?" He leaned back a bit so that they could tilt in the chair. The ginger took a step back not wanting to crowd them too much as they tried to get up. His eyes glanced at the clothing in his arms almost forgetting was still just in a towel. He watched them go to the door a dumbfounded expression on his face before it finally clicked into gear and he nodded speed walking to the bathroom to get dressed. Once he was fitted in the non fitting clothing. He was all to excited to walk up to the door next to them
Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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😳😳😳I did a thing,,
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"yeah...doesn't sound too bad I guess..." He watched the fingers move for a second before looking back at the others face. He gave a small chuckle "I can imagine... having it hurt less of course! I don't actually know what it felt like- I mean I'm sure it hurt!-" he sighed taking a deep breath to stop his rambling. "Sorry- sorry..." His cheeks were a light red, mostly because of his whole akward self. "Naw I haven't... actually...I don't think I ate really during the mission. Like I had a pack of food and it just disappeared..." He frowned a bit. "...huh..." He snapped himself out of his thought looking at the other with a redder face than before. "If it isn't a bother yeah I'd like some- unless you were just saying that's what your doing! Which is fine too! After all I can make my own food- kinda"
Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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He glanced at the bed smiling a bit, like no homo but Oliver would kill for Jesse's clothing. He was a sucker for big t-shirt or sweaters. "Yeah? I still feel disgusting... although the shower helped a bit" he walked over to the bed tugging the towel tighter around his waist as he grabbed the clothing. "Thanks again for giving me some clothing...and letting me pratically ruin your shower- I'll wash it out..." He smiled sheepishly at them, he scratched a bandage on his chest walking over to McCree leaning over him a bit to watch. "Does it hurt? When you like reconnect it and stuff...sounds like it kinda does..."
Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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"Well...I wanna argue with that but you are a war criminal so..." He smiled softly grabbing Tord's other hand with his free one. "I know it is...but, I'm happy you at least talked to me about it and we sorted it out hopefully"
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Oliver just wanted for once a normal conversation. And this is what it turned out to be.
“Tord, I’ve tried to tell you- over, and over…-” he grabbed their hand holding it tightly. “I love you, I’m not leaving you…I don’t want you dead!”
        “Everyone wants me dead” Tord huffed and held onto Oliver’s         hand “I just…I’m sorry. Paranoia is a bitch. That’s all I gotta         say about it”
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Oliver just wanted for once a normal conversation. And this is what it turned out to be.
"Tord, I've tried to tell you- over, and over...-" he grabbed their hand holding it tightly. "I love you, I'm not leaving you...I don't want you dead!"
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      “Show me you’ll be with me forever, Still, our happy        days will never be granted. ‘Cus even if it’s never          said, I know it’s true. You want me dead”
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Yeah he was having a really hard time. He had to hold onto the edge of the rink his legs wobbling as his feet kept almost sliding our from under him. He looked up from the ground to Tord frowning just a bit as he held their hand tightly.
"oh hush...it's not easy...naw I can't do this- I really don't wanna fall on my face Tord"
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Tord and Oliver go ice skating.Oliver is not very good and Tord has to help them.
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       A small chuckle left Tord as he watched the other struggle on       the ice, so he slid over and grabbed onto his hands to help Oliver      stay up. 
      “Come on love, It isn’t That hard to skate, It’s like walking but      on Ice” Tord hummed and smiled at him “You can do it”
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He took off the minor stuff and set it by the door so at least he wasn't tracking too much mud now. "I'll uh. Clean up after I get out...thanks again Jessie" And with that he shut the door to the bathroom and started up the shower. He got undressed and stepped in washing off the mud and muck. Once he was down which definitely was a while later he grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist and walked out peeking his head out the door.
Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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