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"I tested positive."
Connor’s mouth fell open, he felt like al the breath in his lungs had been punched out of him. After all the shit that had gone down with Rebecca, he didn’t know how to deal with this. He was frozen to the spot on the bed, his mind running wild with the possibilities. Then he heard Oliver sniffle, and he snapped back to his senses. He needed to react, he needed to make sure Oliver was okay. “Hey. Shh.” He scooted forward on the bed, coming up to Oliver and wrapping his arms around his torso, ignoring Oliver’s protests as he pulled him close.
"I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore." Oliver said, unable to help himself as he grabbed the front of Connor’s shirt holding him close even though everything in him told him to push him away. Connor loves sex. With Oliver the way he was, they wouldn’t be able to do it as frequently as Connor wanted to. Oliver would understand.
Connor frowned, pulling back a little and looking down at Oliver, “Who said anything about me not wanting to be with you?” He said brushing Oliver’s hair back over his head and kissing his forehead. “We will get through this. Together. Doctor’s appointments, diet change, pills, anything you need I’ll be right there with you.”
"But… But I won’t be able to have sex with you." Oliver protested weakly, "You love sex. You should be with someone who you can have sex with and not have to worry about catching anything."
Connor did love sex. “I love you more.” He said, pulling Oliver to his chest and resting his cheek in Oliver’s hair, “We can be careful. Use a condom. I don’t care about the sex part, as long as you’re okay.”
Oliver shuddered in Connor’s arms and held him tighter, “I love you too.” He said, gently tugging them down against the mattress and curling up in Connor’s arms. He was usually the big spoon, but tonight he just needed to be held.
"So, it turns out you’re not that contagious." Connor said the next morning, reading over the pamphlet and doctor’s notes that Oliver had gotten. "This number’s low, and that means the likelihood of you passing it on is really low. And look." Connor turned around in bed and pointed to the paper so Oliver could see, "You caught it early. It’s barely had time to develop. As long as you take the daily pills your doctor gives you, and eat healthy, you’ll be fine. It won’t go away, but it will put a lid on it. It won’t get worse." Connor smiled down at Oliver, leaning in and kissing his lips softly, "You’ll be okay."
Oliver took a deep breath and pulled Connor down to him, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek, “Thank you for being here.” He said softly, “I don’t… I don’t what I’d do if you weren’t here.”
The thoughts of Sam’s murder popped up, but Connor pushed them away and covered his boyfriend in a full body hug, “I love you. I won’t leave you. I promise. I’ll even sacrifice myself and eat only salads with you.” He tried to joke, hoping to hear Oliver laugh, and he was rewarded by a little chuckle.
"My hero." Oliver said, rolling his eyes and pulling Connor down to kiss him. They could get through this. With Connor still here, Oliver would be alright.