Wanting to be more attractive for his smoking hot sort of boyfriend, Oliver goes out and buys fancy new glasses. He doesn’t really like them himself. His older, rounder ones are more his style, but thin narrow frames are in right now, the saleswoman assures him. And when he looks in the mirror, he doesn’t look bad. Just… different.
His co-workers all applaud the change, but Oliver still feels uncertain. He can’t help but think he’s trying to be someone he’s not.
Later, he opens his apartment door to Connor, whose smile drops the second he looks at him. “What happened to your glasses?”
"I got new ones."
"Why?"
"These look better with my bone structure," Oliver says, parroting the words of the saleswoman.
Connor frowns harder. “I thought you liked those round ones.”
"I do - did.”
Connor, brows drawn together, glances at him, but then shrugs and looks away.