When Xavier dropped the line, "I'm kinda dating Angel," Oliver froze mid-motion like his brain had just blue-screened.
He blinked once. Then twice. His eyes went wide, then narrowed, then widened again—like he was trying to make sense of what the hell he just heard. Then came the squint, followed by a slow, suspicious side-eye. "You're… what now?"
Xavier didn't even flinch. "You heard me."
Oliver leaned in slightly, still giving him that are-you-for-real look. "Nah, hold up. How did that even happen? And when the hell did you two start talking like that? You and Angel? The Angel?"
Xavier shrugged, resting his elbow on the table, trying not to smile. "It just happened, man. Didn't plan it. She's been around, helped me with a few things, and… well, one thing led to another."
Oliver leaned back, still squinting like Xavier had told him gravity stopped working. "I'll be honest—I never thought you'd go for her. I mean, of all people…"
