Oliver
The first words to leave Remi's mouth were quite... annoying. Assuming automatically that Oliver wanted to say something? No. Why the fuck would he have anything to say? But then, rather than allowing the anger to show through, his face morphed slowly as Remi continued speaking. His words were immediately different, tone unique. It wasn't anything like the last time Oliver heard him... and that's not even the most surprising part. He was getting an apology.
Watching with wide eyes, Oliver's full attention was on Remi, the glass still clutched within his hand. A waiter left a momentary pause, but soon Remi was speaking once more. As Remi continued to speak, thoughts swirled in his head. Part of him wanted to forget it, shove away any negative feelings Oliver had suffered from their interactions and immediately accept the apology... but what the fuck. Remi had hurt him. Yeah, he had probably overreacted. It was embarrassing and probably just an almost repeat of what happened with Amun, but in this case it was friendship. Were he and Remi ever actually friends? Or ever actually close? Was everything just a fabrication within his own mind, twisting simple kindness into genuine feelings of care?
Once Remi had finished speaking, there was a pause. Attempting to buy himself some time, Oliver took a sip of the wine, his hand ever so slightly shaky. The glass was placed down carefully and he turned his head to face him once more. "I'm not going to be nice about this... but fuck Remi, your words really fucking hurt." There were so many thoughts. Two major things popped into his head, competing to be said first. Polar opposite. One was almost targeting Remi, potentially to light the blaze within his heart even more... but the other out of actual care. "What changed?" His voice was soft, hoping that Remi would be honest. Now was the time to try and forgive, not to attack Remi and allow his frustration to morph into hatred.
Watching with wide eyes, Oliver's full attention was on Remi, the glass still clutched within his hand. A waiter left a momentary pause, but soon Remi was speaking once more. As Remi continued to speak, thoughts swirled in his head. Part of him wanted to forget it, shove away any negative feelings Oliver had suffered from their interactions and immediately accept the apology... but what the fuck. Remi had hurt him. Yeah, he had probably overreacted. It was embarrassing and probably just an almost repeat of what happened with Amun, but in this case it was friendship. Were he and Remi ever actually friends? Or ever actually close? Was everything just a fabrication within his own mind, twisting simple kindness into genuine feelings of care?
Once Remi had finished speaking, there was a pause. Attempting to buy himself some time, Oliver took a sip of the wine, his hand ever so slightly shaky. The glass was placed down carefully and he turned his head to face him once more. "I'm not going to be nice about this... but fuck Remi, your words really fucking hurt." There were so many thoughts. Two major things popped into his head, competing to be said first. Polar opposite. One was almost targeting Remi, potentially to light the blaze within his heart even more... but the other out of actual care. "What changed?" His voice was soft, hoping that Remi would be honest. Now was the time to try and forgive, not to attack Remi and allow his frustration to morph into hatred.
My heart beating, my soul breathing,
I found my life when I laid it down,
Upward falling, spirit soaring
I found my life when I laid it down,
Upward falling, spirit soaring
