Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
More than just taking cues from someone's unspoken signals, it's rewarding to know he has read and interpreted them correctly. Oliver's smile is more than reward enough for that. Physicality is as natural to Harper as breathing; Oliver will never need to ask or seek out such bodily comforts. "I think we'll both be stuck with each other for quite a while." With a wink he Pat's Oliver's hand gently before withdrawing, hoping it succinctly drives home the fact that he doesn't intend to abandon the pale-haired young man with his gilded heart and tremulous smile. Eagerness and mischief overtake him swiftly as the topic changes with the tides of their interest, sitting up straighter at the mention of a tattoo. "Ooh, how rebellious of you Ollie. Where is the tattoo?" Hopefully somewhere Oliver can show it off to Harper's eager eyes. He has always wanted one himself, but never got around to it in his busy life before here. Regrettably something he'll have to miss out on now. "I don't know...I can juggle, but that's kind of a given. I can tie knots in stems with my tongue, and wiggle my nose and ears simultaneously?" Laughing, he shakes his head. "None of that is particularly interesting. I guess I'm a weapons expert? I can pick locks and escape bindings? Does that count as cool?" All of them had taken training, but his mentor had always declared him naturally talented. Perhaps it counts.
