Morning

Liam was in the living room with an earphone in his ear and his eyes closed when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. His eyes snapped open and he turned to find Oliver smiling down at him. 

His wet hair was sticking all over his face and he was still wearing the clothes he had offered him to wear. 

"Good morning." Oliver greeted with a smile. 

A smile. Oliver was smiling at him? That was strange. He simply stared back at the boy without saying a word. 

"I had a quick shower. Still felt uncomfortable from yesterday." Oliver explained when he noticed Liam was staring at his wet hair. 

"You still didn't give me the hairdryer." 

Liam continued to stare blankly at him. Why was Oliver suddenly so... warm? It was strange. But a good kind of 'strange'.

Oliver turned and sat down beside him on the couch. "I guess you won't be saying anything then." He pouted.