show me all of your affection
let it rain on me
Harper shakes his head in bewilderment at the care Oliver uses, chuckling. "I used to be pretty obsessive, but the products I used are understandably not available here." While not one to find himself very attractive, he'd still taken pride in trying. In being put together and as polished as possible.
"It's like...someone who only wears certain clothes because they think nobody else appreciates how cool they are? But they're really pretentious about it." God how the hell can you describe a hipster to someone who doesn't know them? "I'm more of a barefoot guy myself," he laughs instead. "Or dance shoes, but those aren't common here either." It makes him ache with longing for the little things.
Shaking his head, he gives a weak smile and runs his hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly. He feels just as bad for upsetting Oliver, placing the blame wholly on himself and his inability to take a damn compliment. "No no, you didn't upset me. I just don't have much self-esteem, it's not your fault. It's hard sometimes when I hide so much, physically, and people say such things..." Sighing he reaches for his shoulder subconsciously, tracing over a scar left by a stray bullet before he catches himself and puts his hands in his lap. "I know you mean well, but I can't help but feel you think so highly of me because you don't know me well. And that's normal, we've only known each other a short time, but it makes it hard to accept physical compliments."
"It's like...someone who only wears certain clothes because they think nobody else appreciates how cool they are? But they're really pretentious about it." God how the hell can you describe a hipster to someone who doesn't know them? "I'm more of a barefoot guy myself," he laughs instead. "Or dance shoes, but those aren't common here either." It makes him ache with longing for the little things.
Shaking his head, he gives a weak smile and runs his hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly. He feels just as bad for upsetting Oliver, placing the blame wholly on himself and his inability to take a damn compliment. "No no, you didn't upset me. I just don't have much self-esteem, it's not your fault. It's hard sometimes when I hide so much, physically, and people say such things..." Sighing he reaches for his shoulder subconsciously, tracing over a scar left by a stray bullet before he catches himself and puts his hands in his lap. "I know you mean well, but I can't help but feel you think so highly of me because you don't know me well. And that's normal, we've only known each other a short time, but it makes it hard to accept physical compliments."
and pull down all your mountains
drag your cities to the sea
HARPER
