Vukan's palms grew sweaty without even realizing it, but his lips pressed forward, about ready to consume Oliver's with the appropriate gusto.
Oliver's eyes suddenly sprung open to catch sight of the incoming pair of lips. He clamped his eyes shut and opened them intermittently, as the image before him was that of Bruce Scott. Glancing right back at him was the same boyish smile, blonde haired kid of the same height as him. It was Bruce Scott, somehow manifesting through his subconscious and unto Vukan's face.
Oliver closed his eyes again, trying his best to focus on the person before him but to no avail. Thoughts of Bruce had already triggered a domino of emotional guilt. He shook his head and brushed Vukan's face aside even before Vukan could connect his lips with Oliver's.
"This isn't right! This just shouldn't be happening!" a confused sounding Oliver shook his head and slowly crumbled to his knees.
