who could ask for anything more

OLIVER

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love

and patiently wait for an awakening

Oliver was deeply engrossed in the disaster of a flower. It looked like a poinsettia if the poinsettia were allowed to grow out of control. It wasn't bad, per say...it just wasn't accurate...or contained.

Whatever it was, Oliver was a bit distracted by it. So distracted he barely noticed the arrival of a particular individual. The only thing that gave it away was the sudden change in light levels, the casting of a shadow over his paper. Looking up at Bastien, Oliver's eyes widened. He was by far the last person Oliver expected to see, especially considering he had been pretty badly injured. Surely, he would've been in bed for much longer than this.

The last thing he expected to come from the last person he expected, wow what a tongue twister, was an...apology? The look on Oliver's face was one of conclusion, but also one of guilt. He still felt pretty bad and to hear Bastien of all people apologize for being mad? Damn.

Setting down the pencil carefully, Oliver played with his hands as he tried to formulate a response. He bit down on his lip nervously before speaking. "You...you really have no need to apologize, Bastien...I mean, you didn't really do anything wrong." Well, he had left, but that's not what Oliver meant. His tone was quiet, but leaked with guilt. Like he still felt bad about the whole thing. It did make Oliver feel better to know that Bastien didn't hate him, but he didn't feel it was right to have Bastien apologize to him. Hopefully nobody would be eavesdropping on their conversation.

"You were about to die and I was being so pushy, I should've trusted Ezra's gut...and I'm sorry for that." The blonde shook his head and looked Bastien in the eye. He truly felt as though Bastien had every right to be mad at that moment. "I understand you worrying about Rexanna...if I had a spouse I'd be just as worried as you. I'm glad she's well...and you seem pretty well too." He was sincere when he spoke. Oliver was glad to see Bastien well and to know his wife was fine as well. That it hadn't been to late to rescue him, despite all his pushing of asking more questions.

"I'm sorry for not trusting you when you answered the first questions...I hope that you can forgive me doing that." All Oliver wanted was to ensure that Bastien really was who he was claiming to be. He didn't know how the monsters worked and didn't know if it were possible to take on the persona of another.