“He’s the type who’ll take you out, get you drunk, have his way with you – he’d totally make you be the girl – and not even call you afterwards.” He fixes his mouth into a thin line. “That’s the kind of guy that Toby Flenderson is. Plain and simple.”

^I read way more into that than perhaps I was supposed to, haha. Toby/Michael angst!

I adore this fic! Gil/Oscar = OTP. You captured them perfectly :)