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Flustered. Lost. Tense.

After Liam was done showering, he left the bathroom and found Oliver making something in the kitchen. The temperature inside the apartment was a lot warmer, which made him realize Oliver had turned on the heater because of him. 

 

He entered and took a seat in the makeshift dining room. Oliver didn't turn to look at him; he kept his eyes on the microwave even though he didn't need to. 

 

"What are you making?" 

The microwave made a sound to let them know that whatever was inside was ready. Without answering Liam's question, Oliver took out the plate and placed it in front of Liam with a fork. 

 

"Tons of veggies. No shit." Liam said, looking at the plate. 

 

"You swear a lot." Oliver mentioned before serving him a cup of hot tea. 

 

"I guess I do." Liam shrugged, his eyes not leaving the plate. "But seriously, is this what you eat? Who made it?" 

 

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