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Oliver regretted telling Damian about Matt’s feelings in the heat of the moment. Still, there was nothing he could do now, as he couldn’t trick Damian into forgetting what had been said. All he could do was apologise whenever Matt was feeling particularly shitty about it. Right now was one of those times. Matt and Max were in bed, the duvet up to their necks, staring into nothing. “Wendy said she’d come over today with whoever else and we’re not allowed to say anything about her posse otherwise she leaves and we’re back at square one,” Ani said in French, her eyes glued to the TV as she continued her run of Hades. “It’ll be Oliver who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut,” Alice replied, and he rolled his eyes; she was sitting beside Ani, her legs thrown over the woman’s lap as she sc