OLIVER
There is a nod and Oliver begins his work. There isn't much to really talk to Deimos about. The two knew each other a bit, but Oliver still felt like casual conversation would be a little bit hard between the two, which lead to him continuing on with his work silently. He'd grab a couple of books and carefully place them on the bookshelf, making sure that they looked nice and uniform. He'd continue on with this process, making sure to stay out of the way of Deimos as he continued on with his manual labor.
Finally breaking the silence, Oliver placed a book on the shelf and looked over at Deimos. "If you want help let me know...I can always hold something in place?" He felt bad that Deimos was doing all the tedious work and then all he had to do was place a bunch of books on a shelf. Talk about being unhelpful.
Finally breaking the silence, Oliver placed a book on the shelf and looked over at Deimos. "If you want help let me know...I can always hold something in place?" He felt bad that Deimos was doing all the tedious work and then all he had to do was place a bunch of books on a shelf. Talk about being unhelpful.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
