[SE] happy little trees

OLIVER

It's who he was? What kind of fucking bullshit was that? Loren was just accepting defeat at this moment, refusing to get any help or to really believe anything that Oliver was saying. It was frustrating and it also hurt him. His body ached and he wanted to fight back, but what could he even say?

When he tried to speak, ranting to Loren practically about how much he loved and cared for the man, his words seem to bounce off, disappearing into nothing. What he said meant nothing and Loren was soon ready to leave, accepting that nothing that Oliver said was true. And this was hard to believe. Oliver's mind raced with possibilities. There had to be something he could do, a god he could pray to in order to beg for help for Loren. Maybe Safrin would be able to help him, maybe she could help to purify his mind. But, if Loren didn't believe that Oliver cared for him, did that mean that Loren didn't even care for him? It was a possibility, but not one that Oliver wanted to consider.

His heart ached and he found himself taking a couple of steps closer, shifting back into a human. "Loren....please. Don't leave me...stay here." There was paint dripping down from his arms, a mesh of brown now.

I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING