show me all of your affection
let it rain on me
"What can I say, the blond hair is very eye catching even from up here," Harper laughs at Oliver's dramatics, which really is just the perfect revenge for all of Harper's idiocy. Softened only by the fond and appreciative look the man gives him at the following words, seeing past the joke about scarves to the sincerity beneath. "Thanks, that means a lot. Though I don't really think I could pull off a scarf." Chuckling he brings a hand idly to touch at his neck, imagining it. Definitely way too hipster for him.
Oliver's blush redirects his attention, and a very slow-dawning realization starts to tickle at his brain. It could be...but no, he's being too egotistical clearly. They're friends for sure, but there's no way it's anything more. Harper's musings are broken by the sharp sound of ripping paper, jolting out of it and happily accepting the piece with wide eyes that only widen further as the compliment is given. The puzzle pieces move slowly, he's never been that sharp romantically, but maybe..."I- thank you, but I'm just me," he says weakly, fumbling under the sincerity. He doesn't think he's grotesque but handsome has never been his go-to adjective either.
Oliver's blush redirects his attention, and a very slow-dawning realization starts to tickle at his brain. It could be...but no, he's being too egotistical clearly. They're friends for sure, but there's no way it's anything more. Harper's musings are broken by the sharp sound of ripping paper, jolting out of it and happily accepting the piece with wide eyes that only widen further as the compliment is given. The puzzle pieces move slowly, he's never been that sharp romantically, but maybe..."I- thank you, but I'm just me," he says weakly, fumbling under the sincerity. He doesn't think he's grotesque but handsome has never been his go-to adjective either.
and pull down all your mountains
drag your cities to the sea
HARPER
