Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Carry some boxes? Yeah, Harper can do that. He'd spent years training his body to the fittest level it could attain, and under some of the worst circumstances. Though he still doubts the general niceness of the citizens of Caido, a part of him is tentatively hopeful. Perhaps even relieved, that such a small act might be considered restitution.He's pulled back to the present as Oliver laughs and - miracle of miracles! - even winks. Harper's smile is nearly blinding, positively thriving off of getting the younger man to loosen up enough to tease and joke. "Are you saying that as the head of the Nice People Committee? Because you seem like you're great at it." Beneath the teasing there is a curling warmth of appreciation and sincerity to his words. Even after escaping from the veritable hell he'd been stolen into, the city he'd finally settled in hadn't been full of nearly so nice of people as Oliver. A shame, considering Harper fed off such kindness, and had been starved of such genuine connection.
Harper laughs softly at Oliver's sheepish expression, his gaze flitting over the subdued clothing. "I've trusted you this far so you can get a pass on the questionable clothes. But don't go asking for more ya hear?" A return wink, a sunny grin, and then he's leading them out of the trees and onto the streets. Already Harper is comparing the technological differences, the stonework and distant stalls more rudimentary than he's used to. But exciting all the same. "You'd stop me if I was leading us off into the wrong direction right?" It seems like they're in the right place if those stalls are any indication at least.
