So @nycswiftie gave me wonderful AU to write a coliver fic and I didn’t let her down for once also enjoy
Oliver thought everything in his cute little life would feel different once he got diagnosed, but he was wrong. The next morning at work after he’d spent his night with tears and alcohol, he thought everything would have colossally shifted, and that he’d been thrown into a life of enternal dispair and all that jazz.
But there was that same chair at that same desk. Same picture of a a family with more dogs than cousins, more hugs than necessary, more smiles than bickering. Same old unpredictable copy machine right behind his desk.
Same cute boy at work.