Oliver heard a knock on his door again but didn't bother to answer whoever was out there. Simon was quite stubborn, so he wasn't surprised to see Simon open the door and enter.
"Spare key." Simon said, raising the bunch of keys in his hand.
"You can do whatever you want. It's your house anyway." Oliver grumbled. He was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and books around his bed.
"Don't say that Olly. You know this is your house as much as it's mine." He said softly before going to sit on the bed.
"You've been in here since we returned at midnight. I was wondering..." Simon stopped to scratch the back of his neck.
"Do you want to... maybe, go see a pharmacist with me? You seem to—"
"I told you I was fine!" Oliver snapped at him. "I eat, okay? We already talked about this." He frowned.
