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Another Coliver 2x07 Coda

In habit, Connor slips his key first into the deadbolt but puzzles when he turns the key and nothing happens. The deadbolt isn’t locked meaning Oliver didn’t flip it when he came home. 

Shaking his head a bit, with exasperation and affection because Oliver always forgets to flip the deadbolt secure, Connor moves on to unlock the knob but it turns easily in his hand. 

Oliver forgot to lock both? That seems…strange. 

A hint of unease slips down his spine as Connor swings the door open wide and steps in. 

“Oliver,” Connor calls out as he walks into the apartment. The silence that echoes back roars a bit too loud in his ears.

The apartment seems…still. Too still. The dusk motes in the air, illuminated by light spilling in from the street, don’t even look they’re moving. 

And it’s so quiet in 303. Much too quiet. There’s no bustle of Oliver moving about or music from his phone filling the space; no muffled laugh track coming in through the walls from the neighbor’s late night TV. 

“Oliver!” Connor’s voice comes out harsh. There’s a bite in it to mask the panic beginning to bubble in his veins. 

Then he turns the corner and sees the milk spilled on the floor and the carton on it’s side in front of the open fridge.

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