If only Oliver knew what all was going through Henry’s mind- there could easily be a way for the two to meet, but neither of the men seemed ready to actually bluntly state their intentions. It’s funny, in a way, how both have plans for the night but neither had actually said it out loud. All of it was through small little signals and actions. Little things that hint towards their motives.
Looking down at the man, Oliver offers him a nice smile. ”Sorry Blanket Fort, you look very lovely.” And before Oliver knew it, Henry was leaning back and being sucked on into the pillows. ”It looks very soft.” A small laugh and Oliver carefully moves on down, placing the platter delicately on the ground.
Kneeling down, Oliver grabs onto the platter once more. ”Where do you want me to sit, master of the fort?”
Looking down at the man, Oliver offers him a nice smile. ”Sorry Blanket Fort, you look very lovely.” And before Oliver knew it, Henry was leaning back and being sucked on into the pillows. ”It looks very soft.” A small laugh and Oliver carefully moves on down, placing the platter delicately on the ground.
Kneeling down, Oliver grabs onto the platter once more. ”Where do you want me to sit, master of the fort?”
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
Oliver
