Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Harper gasps dramatically, ignoring the trobving of his shoulder as he lifts his good hand to his chest and gives a wide-eyed stare to his companion. "So you're saying I'm special then!" Cobalt eyes glitter with mischievous amusement at the notion, though he's admittedly curious how long Oliver has been here and who the kid is. But his exaggeration fades into a deeply sincere look of appreciation, one hand outstretched to gently touch Oliver's elbow if he would allow such a thing. "Thank you, truly. Where I come from it would be unheard of to treat me so kindly. It means a lot." Harper may not be a wordsmith, but he wears his heart on his sleeve, and he hopes Oliver can tell how deeply his kindness has moved him. But it's not the time for vomiting emotion and sparkles everywhere! There are places to explore! Harper laughs at Oliver's playful complaints, nudging their shoulders together and leaning in to whisper loudly. "It's okay I won't tell anyone you're hopeless at directions." He can't help but treat Oliver a little like a younger brother, teasing and cajoling at every given opportunity. Hunger isna sufficient distraction though, and he visibly perks up. "Now you're speaking my language! I'm always hungry dear Olly. What do you recommend?" Vigilante work burned a hell of a lot of calories, and an hour ago he'd been brawling. Food sounds wonderful.
