Cleaning Up - Part 5

Now, he knocked on a door that was growing familiar, en route to a Command class that he hadn't taken in the longest time – and likely never would take again, if the schedule that the Professors had managed to make for him was anything to go by.

"Come in," came a stern voice from inside.

Oliver opened the door with less fanfare than he would have done in the past. He didn't need to walk as stiffly in front of Skullic, or attempt to feign a level of politeness he wasn't comfortable employing. He was getting used to the man by now, after all. Skullic had his quirks, and as long as Oliver made sure not to blunder too heavily over any of them, then he usually stayed within the realm of safety.