"I meant other clothes," Anna said. She bent over to pick up another shirt, and she straightened quickly. "Here," she murmured, heading back over to the door. "This should be enough clothes to change into. There's a bathroom right down the… Where you darted into before," she said, smiling slightly
Ollie pursed his lips, reluctantly taking the clothes and nodding as he strode to the bathroom. He sighed, changing slowly. What have I gotten myself into…
Anna leaned on the doorframe of her bedroom and sighed. She really needed to air it out in here. It still smelled like Harry's old cologne, and the fact that she kept the door closed all the time probably wasn't helping much. Now, she had to muster up the courage to sleep in here again without her husband's arms around her. She reached up and rubbed her neck slightly, a habit she'd developed.
Ollie emerged not too long after, sighing gently as she approached Anna again. "They uh… they fit." He muttered, though they were a tad too large. "You alright?" He asked, noticing her longing gaze
Anna quickly tore her gaze from the room and looked him up and down. "Yes, they'll do quite nicely I think." She forced a little smile that quickly faded, and she looked back into her room. "I'll live," she sighed in response to his question before she shut the door to her bedroom again. "Would you like something to eat? Drink? Anything?"
Ollie sighed, knowing well that she doesn't feel okay. He tapped his fingers lightly together while he imagined how hard this must be.
"That… that would be nice." He said softly.
"What would you like?" Anna asked, moving passed him to head down the stairs. She wouldn't admit it, but she very discreetly held her breath as she passed by Oliver so she wouldn't have to smell the cologne of her husband on him. She found herself beginning to like the boy, and she didn't want Harry to ruin it for her. "Do you favor the same things you do in your other form? Fruits and such?"
Ollie chuckled, rubbing his hands along his arms as he followed after. He had to admit, she was incredibly resilient. And very very kind.
"Yeah, actually. But I can really eat anything."
"And what do you prefer?" Anna asked, heading to her kitchen and talking to him over her shoulder. "Anything I could fix you? I could get something delivered if you like." She pulled open her refrigerator and looked at its contents. "Damn, I need to go to the market."
Ollie shrugged, looking around the kitchen and feeling a bit spoiled. "Whatever's easiest for you. I told you, I'll eat anything. Or even nothing, if that's the case." He cleared his throat, tapping his foot anxiously. Besides, he didn't really prefer anything. And most of what he ate was… quite unconventional, like everything else about him
"Well, why don't you have a look and see if there's anything you'd like in here," Anna suggested, taking a step back and leaning on the counter. Her fingers found her wine glass, and she took a lingering sip from it.
Ollie looked back, still feeling awfully intrusive, and very guily. Though, his hunger got the better of him and he decided on a piece of bread with the rest of the fruit bowl. He brought the things to the table, then ate like he hadn't in weeks, trying to keep his mannerisms somewhat proper.
Anna sighed and continued to sip from her wine. "So," she began, trying to start a conversation, "are you really from South America?" Her head tilted curiously, and the tone of her question was genuine.
Ollie finished his mouthful, then nodded, smiling gently in an attempt to ease the tension that hung warily in the air. "Sim, from Brasil." His accent seemed genuine enough that he was being honest.
Anna nodded and smiled. "The rainforests there are beautiful," she murmured, then she blinked quickly and added, "so I've heard." She leaned against the counter and drank some more. Two full glasses… and she was already beginning to pour another. The night deserved it. "I'm from England. So was Harry. That's how we bonded." She shook her head at the thought of her ex-husband (again!) and accidentally spilled the wine she was pouring. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, setting the bottle down and grabbing a towel to mop up the mess.
Ollie flinched and was quickly at her side, setting the glasses in the sink as he took the towel from her and finished up cleaning. "Ma'am… I am not so sure this is a good idea. P-perhaps you should rest?" He stammered, looking up with worry in his eyes. Worry for her
Anna waved her hand haphazardly. She was obviously more than tipsy. "Call me Anna," she said insisted. "Please. And it's alright, I just…" She closed her eyes and leaned on her hand. "Oh… shit."
Ollie practically held her, guiding her upstairs as he gently laid her down on the bed, parting the hair from her face. He sighed, shaking his head as he wondered what else he could do for her. "Stay here…" he muttered, going to grab a few things for the more than expected hangover
"Mmm…" Anna moaned softly, resting in sheets she hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe it was the comforting feeling of being reunited with her bed or the relaxing effect of the alcohol, but she curled into her pillow and fell asleep within minutes.
Ollie had quickly brought over a warm rag and a bowl, along with a few over the counter pills he had found in the cupboard. He'd seen some of his coworkers like this, and mostly copied what they had done, gently wiping Anna's face with the rag as he pulled the sheets over her and stayed by her side
Anna winced in her sleep and sighed as the sheets were tugged up around her. She slept soundly, and her limbs began to curl in slightly, almost like someone was hugging her from behind.
Ollie watched, feeling quite awful. She was sleeping… like someone had to be next to her. He sighed, closing his eyes and shifting into his other form, curling up at her feet
In the morning, Anna's eyes fluttered open slowly. She was startled for a moment, seeing her surroundings, then the headache hit. "Ahh…" she gasped, wincing slightly and reaching up to hold her head. She closed her eyes again and sighed. Too much happened last night, and she was still reeling from it all in addition to the nasty hangover she'd aquired.
Ollie chittered, up in an instant as he went to sniff gently at Anna’s head. He could be able to sense the pain if his senses were cleared enough, and he could already tell she hurt very bad. Shifting, he put a bowl at her side and wiped at her forehead. “It’s alright… you’re alright”
Anna cringed and moaned. "Oh God… what happened? I drank too much, didn't I?" She flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry you have to see me this way. Oh, this is so embarrassing…" she whispered, shaking her head slightly. She was a bit sweaty, so some of her hair was sticking to her face. She looked less than desirable.