A lot has happened recently. A lot.
Oliver had gotten the chance to check in on most of the people he cared about. Most. Almost everyone he had run into in some capacity or had heard through word of mouth that they were okay. There was one individual that he wanted to see, to know with his own eyes that he was okay. And that was Harper.
He hadn't really gotten any real opportunities to talk with Harper, especially considering he left the wedding super early before any of the chaos went down. So much had happened since they spoke at Fiat Lux and Oliver wanted to make sure Harper was okay, that the man hadn't been too badly hurt in the attack. Plus, he still wanted to get together with the man. Have that night that was torn away from him.
It had come to a surprise that someone was knocking on his door. Oliver was simply trying to put away some things. It had been a long day and normally, he did keep his room pretty tidy, but it had gotten a bit out of hand. The day had been so long that he wasn't exactly dressed in his finest of clothes. On top he had on a loose-fitting, ivory short sleeved shirt with a small hole in it from a little incident and then a pair of dark purple flowy pants. The blonde was just finishing up with putting away the last item, a blanket, when he heard a tapping at his door. Looking up, he slowly walked over and opened it up.
His eyes widened at the sight and a smile danced on his lips. [say]"Harper! How did you- What are you-"[/say] He found himself laughing awkwardly as he quickly moved to run a hand through his hair, trying to fix the mess that had been ignored for so long. [say]"I'm so happy to see you! I- Are you doing well? I mean- there's so much to talk about."[/say] Clearly since he kept stopping himself and saying something else instead. The words were stumbling out of his mouth thanks to his overwhelming excitement.
Oliver had gotten the chance to check in on most of the people he cared about. Most. Almost everyone he had run into in some capacity or had heard through word of mouth that they were okay. There was one individual that he wanted to see, to know with his own eyes that he was okay. And that was Harper.
He hadn't really gotten any real opportunities to talk with Harper, especially considering he left the wedding super early before any of the chaos went down. So much had happened since they spoke at Fiat Lux and Oliver wanted to make sure Harper was okay, that the man hadn't been too badly hurt in the attack. Plus, he still wanted to get together with the man. Have that night that was torn away from him.
It had come to a surprise that someone was knocking on his door. Oliver was simply trying to put away some things. It had been a long day and normally, he did keep his room pretty tidy, but it had gotten a bit out of hand. The day had been so long that he wasn't exactly dressed in his finest of clothes. On top he had on a loose-fitting, ivory short sleeved shirt with a small hole in it from a little incident and then a pair of dark purple flowy pants. The blonde was just finishing up with putting away the last item, a blanket, when he heard a tapping at his door. Looking up, he slowly walked over and opened it up.
His eyes widened at the sight and a smile danced on his lips. [say]"Harper! How did you- What are you-"[/say] He found himself laughing awkwardly as he quickly moved to run a hand through his hair, trying to fix the mess that had been ignored for so long. [say]"I'm so happy to see you! I- Are you doing well? I mean- there's so much to talk about."[/say] Clearly since he kept stopping himself and saying something else instead. The words were stumbling out of his mouth thanks to his overwhelming excitement.
