Ollie sighs.
“Are we—Do we need to talk more? Am I assuming things about us? You. What else have I thought it was set in stone and wasn’t?”
Ollie shakes his head. “No, no. It’s not that.” He licks his lips quickly. “I guess I just got used to the situation as it was. You were doing your thing and I prefer it like this rather than you finding out I like—no. Rather than you finding out I love you but me suddenly having…conditions.”
“Hgh?!” Wes lets out an incoherent sound that is incredulous and a little loud. “What are you talking about?”
The two look at each other for a long moment.
“I would like nothing more than to have permission to love you,” Wes says, quieter. “I think I do anyway but I always told myself not to let those kinds of feelings come between us. And it’s not like I cou
