"Maybe the two of us just think alike," Ollie said with a soft laugh as he adjusted the covers over them and then tilted his head to look at Ty. It was a tight fit, even with the two of them being thin. He'd never thought about his narrow shoulders really being an advantage before.

"Mm, our second date. Well, we tried. We went to Mooseknuckle, but it was karaoke night and my best friend's a ham." Gael wasn't here to argue with him about it, really. "So we disappeared into the night, en d up at your apartment where you forced me to watch soccer, I believe, before you let me order takeout." There'd eventually been the part of the night where they'd fallen into bed, Ollie thought, all tangled together and a bit desperate - because that had been building for a while. But not as fast as he might have expected. "Then later, we were starving - no idea why - so I forced you to endure me using your kitchen to cook."

As for the next day, he tilted his head. "I can help you with both of those things," he said. "It's going to piss everyone your related to off, though. For the second part, at least."