Oliver couldn't help but feel a small bit awkward about this whole husband business. It was weird. The two were discussing clearly serious stuff and obviously, they were okay with him hearing, otherwise they wouldn't be speaking so openly. Still, he felt a bit weird. The look on his face probably showed it, as he was a mixture of confused and embarrassed. He was intruding on private information he couldn't understand at all.
"What are loreseekers?" He seemed generally intrigued. Never had he heard such a word or maybe he just couldn't remember hearing the word. Either way, he was interested in hearing more. "It sounds good though, having so many options." Oliver was lucky to be receiving this information, most likely. Lucky to have been found by the two. Still, something was rubbing him the wrong way. It could easily be all in his head, but Oliver couldn't understand why the two were being so nice to him. Why were they helping him if they gained nothing in return? Surely, people couldn't be this nice in this new world.
"I think I'll take my time to decide...figure things out. Maybe I can visit a couple of them. Go to the artists one and yours. Maybe even the loreseekers." He nodded, as though he were agreeing with himself. "That way I'll know what I like. See what makes me happy." It felt a bit narcissistic to speak like this, but he couldn't help it. Oliver was interested in doing things that brought him joy.
"And for now I can be a messenger." He smiled, finally, for the first time since arriving. "Yeah...it could be fun. I can meet new people and help out. Repay you guys for your help."
"What are loreseekers?" He seemed generally intrigued. Never had he heard such a word or maybe he just couldn't remember hearing the word. Either way, he was interested in hearing more. "It sounds good though, having so many options." Oliver was lucky to be receiving this information, most likely. Lucky to have been found by the two. Still, something was rubbing him the wrong way. It could easily be all in his head, but Oliver couldn't understand why the two were being so nice to him. Why were they helping him if they gained nothing in return? Surely, people couldn't be this nice in this new world.
"I think I'll take my time to decide...figure things out. Maybe I can visit a couple of them. Go to the artists one and yours. Maybe even the loreseekers." He nodded, as though he were agreeing with himself. "That way I'll know what I like. See what makes me happy." It felt a bit narcissistic to speak like this, but he couldn't help it. Oliver was interested in doing things that brought him joy.
"And for now I can be a messenger." He smiled, finally, for the first time since arriving. "Yeah...it could be fun. I can meet new people and help out. Repay you guys for your help."
