Fics like i just can't look it's killing me

“Hiya,” the bloke said, leaning down to yell into Oliver’s ear. “Hey,” Oliver shouted back, trying to be heard over the music. “What ‘cha drinking?” the guy asked, voice a rich baritone. “Anything strong will do,” Oliver replied with an insincere smile. The surface resemblances to Felix were striking, from the height to the way this guy carried himself. But the hair was the wrong shade, his mouth too crooked, eyes too big, shoulders not broad enough, clothes too cheap. He looked like he had to try, put effort into his effortless style, the way he coiffed his hair, the way he was leaning casually into Oliver’s space, even the attempt at a charming twinkle in his eye. But Oliver had lost his rights to touch the original, the masterpiece, the true source of all that was beautiful and important, so the knock-off, this forgery that had so quickly found him would have to do. or after Oliver saves Felix from an overdose in the maze he finally allows himself to cut loose one night at Oxford with unexpected results

Fics like i just can't look it's killing me

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