Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Harper's smile is positively smug at the minor win he has garnered from their banter. But he holds his hands up - the left as far as he can without strain - in the universal gesture of submission, expression turning meek at the chiding. "I will, I will. Don't have to pull out the big guns okay?" Banning him from delicious bread is far too cruel for the munchmouth man. Oliver's warm cheeks only softens Harper's expression, thumb stroking idly across his cheekbone before pulling away. He's glad that his touch - intimate though it can be perceived as - is received without problem. Already he feels so attached to the young man, and he needs to orient himself through touch. Remind himself that there are good things, good people, in this new world he has found himself in. "No worries there. You can't get rid of me now, I'll be hunting you down as soon as the doc lets me go." A bit of an exaggeration, but he certainly intends to seek him out soon after. Oliver is someone he wants to keep in this new life he has to build.
He hangs around the shorter man as soon as he returns with the bread, making little snapping motions with his hands as he playfully tries to steal the entire loaf. Instead he takes charge and leads them a decently tucked away spot to sit and eat, crossing his legs and falling straight to the earth in one smooth motion. "Come on, don't hold out on me now. You've talked it up so much I need to try it!"
