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If Oliver knows anything about his boyfriend, it's that he is a chronic over-worker.
Tonight, Oliver stirs awake a little after two in the morning, rolling over in search of Connor's body heat. He’s disgruntled when he feels only cold sheets beside him. Sighing, Oliver steps out of bed and into their living room to find Connor where he left him over four hours ago: sitting hunched over on the floor, papers and textbooks spread in a circle around him.
"Babe, you need to get some sleep."
Connor jumps at Oliver's voice, having been dead to the world, lost in notes for his criminal law midterm.
"Jesus Oli, a little warning next time maybe?" Connor says with a shaky voice.
Oliver huffs and walks over to sit on the couch behind his boyfriend, putting his hands on shoulders that are too tense for his liking and starting to rub them.
"You still feel unprepared?" He asks.
"I don't know," Connor sighs, leaning into his boyfriends touch, "Keating could spring any one of the cases in these books on us for the exam, and I don't like my chances if I'm not familiar with the one she chooses."
"Okay... but unless every time I’ve seen you pouring over these same texts has been a hallucination, I think you’ve read all if not most of the possible cases," Oliver says "am I wrong?"
Connor, his eyes drooping as he melts into the gentle pressure of Oliver’s hands on his shoulders, hums and concedes, "No, you're right. But more studying can only do me good."
Oliver looks down at his boyfriend’s face. A face he could stare at for hours, but a face that currently looks so worn down and sleep deprived that his chest begins to ache as he peers down at it.
Bringing his hands up to run through his lover's hair, Oliver says quietly, "I don't think that's true in your case, babe. You're going to push yourself to burn-out."
"Mmmhm," Connor hums as his eyes fall closed from his boyfriend's ministrations. He sighs and pulls away reluctantly, looking resigned as he says "Oli, I'll come to bed in a little. Go back to sleep, no need to worry about me."
Oliver scans over the tired face below him, over Connor's mussed brown hair and the purple bags below his eyes.
He knows that if he pushes his boyfriend further, even if it's for his own good, that they'll spiral into an argument that neither of them are rested enough to handle.
So instead, Oliver leans down to kiss his lover, and tries convey through the kiss all the love and care he holds for Connor.
"Promise?" Oliver says, holding out his pinky finger with a small smile.
"Yeah, sure." Connor laughs while linking his pinky with Oliver’s.
If Connor knows anything about his boyfriend, it's that he cares.