OLIVER
Without thinking too much, Oliver ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his emotions down a small bit, only to cause a very large amount of paint to stick to his head. Well great. He tried his best to ignore it, deciding to instead focus on Loren. Hopefully, at least, the other man would find it somewhat amusing. Who knows, maybe Loren found that type of stuff to be funny.
Even with the hair issue, Oliver was still able to focus entirely on Loren. His eyes were full of worry, as were his facial features. The paint did little to alter how he felt. Loren was someone who was extremely important to him, someone that deserved to be so happy. Loren was an incredible person and Oliver only wanted the best for him. His hand reached forward ever so slightly, wanting to grasp onto Loren's, to have some sort of contact with the man that he viewed as a friend. "I...I'm happy that you know that I care a lot about you, even that means a lot to me." He tried to offer the faintest of smiles, showing that it truly did make him feel better.
"I know it wont come easy...none of this ever does, but I'm here for you...and you mean the world to me... and if you aren't comfortable calling me a brother, than can we at least call each other friends?" Oliver didn't want Loren to leave him, afraid of what the man would do all alone. Nobody deserved to be alone in their own thoughts, especially when Oliver had forced the man to relive so many tragic things.
"Maybe we could finish painting? Or at least cook something? I... I got some new spices? And I think you might like them?" He seemed desperate, for sure, but Oliver truly believed that if Loren were left truly alone to his own devices, the man would only feel worse and worse and it'd be all his fault.
Even with the hair issue, Oliver was still able to focus entirely on Loren. His eyes were full of worry, as were his facial features. The paint did little to alter how he felt. Loren was someone who was extremely important to him, someone that deserved to be so happy. Loren was an incredible person and Oliver only wanted the best for him. His hand reached forward ever so slightly, wanting to grasp onto Loren's, to have some sort of contact with the man that he viewed as a friend. "I...I'm happy that you know that I care a lot about you, even that means a lot to me." He tried to offer the faintest of smiles, showing that it truly did make him feel better.
"I know it wont come easy...none of this ever does, but I'm here for you...and you mean the world to me... and if you aren't comfortable calling me a brother, than can we at least call each other friends?" Oliver didn't want Loren to leave him, afraid of what the man would do all alone. Nobody deserved to be alone in their own thoughts, especially when Oliver had forced the man to relive so many tragic things.
"Maybe we could finish painting? Or at least cook something? I... I got some new spices? And I think you might like them?" He seemed desperate, for sure, but Oliver truly believed that if Loren were left truly alone to his own devices, the man would only feel worse and worse and it'd be all his fault.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
