They met at the cinema the next day, Oliver with a slightly soggy bag of homemade buttered popcorn in hand ("It's wildly overpriced at the cinema, Connor"). Connor eyed it dubiously and produced his own bag of lollipops. Oliver couldn't resist the urge to say "that's so sweet". Connor rolled his eyes but a small smile tugged at the edges of his mouth. "Come on, we don't want to miss the movie. I've heard it's stellar." Oliver opened his mouth in a mixture of real and faux-shock.

"Did Connor Walsh just make a pun?"

"Of course not. Besides you started it."

Oliver grinned, following Connor into the cinema.

"Are you sure you don't want some popcorn?"

Connor looked at the plastic bag offered, a thin layer of dandruff-like salt beginning to layer at the bottom of the bag.

"…I'm good. Are you sure you don't want a lollipop?"

Oliver didn't know if Connor was licking his lollipop that way on purpose but he did know that it was distracting and if he had one too and glanced over at the wrong moment…he might end up choking on it. And then Connor would make all kinds of assumptions, with his teasing smile on full display.

"Uh, no thanks."

Connor in fact, did want to help himself to some popcorn but also knew there was a time and a place. And that time was when Oliver was already reaching for some, thus fulfilling the romcom cliché of hands-lightly-grazing. Hopefully that would make for a flustered Oliver.

What he didn't know was that thanks to Connor's lollipop-eating skills the popcorn was rather strategically placed, and hand-grazing turned into Oliver hurriedly removing his hand in shock, scattering popcorn into the air like a particularly meagre snowfall.

"Wow." said Connor. That move usually went over a bit better. "I think this movie's got you on edge."

"Must be." said Oliver in a slightly squeaky voice.

About halfway through the movie Connor tried again. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom, see you soon?"

Connor waited outside the bathroom for a minute before he realised Oliver definitely wasn't following him. That move usually went over a lot better.

When Connor came back, Oliver gave him a smile and stood up for him to get past. Did Oliver know he was the king of conflicting signals? Connor was confused and rarely anyone confused him. He gave worried little glances over at Oliver, wondering if he had worn the wrong cologne or his hair was something other than perfectly coiffed.

Oliver had little idea of any of Connor's intentions and just thought it was odd that someone would say they were going to the bathroom with a smirk and a whisper then only disappear for a few seconds. And now he was looking increasingly concerned.

"I think this movie has you on edge too," he said, tentatively shifting his hand over Connor's. Connor grinned. What was he thinking? Of course Oliver liked him. And his hair was always perfect.

Deciding to take advantage of this upswing in confidence, he smoothly leaned in towards Oliver, raising an eyebrow. Oliver's mouth opened a little and he glanced away shyly for a moment before looking back at Connor under thick lashes.

Connor took off Oliver's glasses, grazed his fingers against his cheek and softly kissed him. They separated for a moment and when Oliver gave him a soft smile, he pulled him into a sweeping, deeper kiss. Soon Oliver's fingers were lacing through Connor's hair and they were taking short little breaths between kisses as Connor kept pulling Oliver towards him.

"Connor?" said Oliver a little breathlessly, about ten minutes later.

"Mhm?" mumbled Connor, still peppering little kisses against his mouth, his chin, his collarbone.

"The movie's over. I think everyone left already."

A small girl with dark black hair and smudged-charcoal-eyes came up.

"Hey, you can have sex in this movie theatre for all I care, but can you lift up your feet? I have to clean up this small avalanche of popcorn."

Connor smirked and Oliver looked embarrassed.

"I never knew watching humanity's bleak search for survival was such a turn-on," she said, sweeping.

Connor grins "Well, when your boyfriend's as insatiable as this guy," Connor said, motioning towards Oliver to see his face redden.

"Connor!"

"Uh-huh," said the girl, distinctly nonplussed, "this popcorn is everywhere; did you try and eat it off each other's' torsos or something?"

"Sorry about that. We'll get out of your hair," said Oliver, dragging Connor out of the cinema.

"Now I'll never know how that movie ends," said Oliver, sighing dramatically and peeking at Connor's smile.

"Maybe we should go back and ask that cheery lady."

"I'm good," Oliver said, taking Connor's hand and hurrying away from the cinema.

Connor spent more and more time with Oliver, going out for lunches, playing video games together, even marathoning Agents of Shield in one sitting (Connor started calling Oliver Skye because, "you're both hackers and Tony Stark fangirls" and Oliver pretended to mind while secretly being a little bit pleased ). Once Oliver tried to teach him code, but gave up when he pretended to fall asleep. Whenever Aiden angrily asked Connor why they never hung out anymore, Connor claimed he was too busy studying or getting ready for prom, which was getting nearer and nearer.