It may come as a surprise for most, but Ollie would actually much prefer the simplicity and straightforwardness of explosions.
Not only did they normally look great from the confines of his husband's protective and safe lap, but they also offer very little room for arguments.
But instead of watching mushroom clouds, he'd been forced to stand vigil inside a darkening underground base, personally ensuring the lights flickered and doors conveniently malfunctioned while his imagination supplied increasingly horrific possibilities for what might be waiting around every corner.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Crown Prince had been using that very darkness to run amok.
Every time one of the Caldris Hostiles came out to investigate the suspicious lights or supposedly defective doors, the person somehow disappeared from the equation shortly afterward.
"..."
Yep.
Perfectly normal.
