OLIVER
Yeah...so maybe what he asked was a tad bit awkward, but honestly, when was he not awkward around Loren. This was at least a massive improvement from when the two first met and Oliver was a scrambling little twink who couldn't even lift a stick without fucking up. Now he could lift big sticks. "Sorry...I've just never been in a palace like this...your manor was like, the biggest home I can remember being in." Oliver enjoyed exploring and seeing what the world had to offer, more specifically, he liked being indoors within the safety of a home. New homes were always cool to explore and this one was no different. And that's when an idea came to mind, but he'd wait a small bit.
Loren's responses were vague, but he couldn't really blame him. "Do you...miss cooking? Or baking?" Who knows, maybe Loren did. It was a tad bit sad that Loren didn't have a favorite dish. Maybe someday he'd be able to find one. Everyone deserved a dish they could eat as a pick me up or something to show to someone on a first date. A dish to perfect the recipe of and to take pride in. Hopefully Loren would be able to find that for himself.
When Loren actually asked him something, Oliver's eyes clearly widened. Even if he was just being polite, Oliver didn't really expect the topic to come up. "Since you've left, I've taken over the manor. I keep things clean and, you know, have the place open for people if they need a home. Nobody new has come in, not yet, but I promise to keep up what you started." He offers him a faint smile, but he was a bit embarrassed he had failed thus far. "Otherwise? I mean...nothing really big honestly? I can tell you all the small things while we eat, if you'd like? None of it is super important, but if you wanna hear I'll share." He doesn't want to bore Loren with all of the tiny little details. There was a small hint of something else, though, like Oliver was waiting to say something.
Loren's responses were vague, but he couldn't really blame him. "Do you...miss cooking? Or baking?" Who knows, maybe Loren did. It was a tad bit sad that Loren didn't have a favorite dish. Maybe someday he'd be able to find one. Everyone deserved a dish they could eat as a pick me up or something to show to someone on a first date. A dish to perfect the recipe of and to take pride in. Hopefully Loren would be able to find that for himself.
When Loren actually asked him something, Oliver's eyes clearly widened. Even if he was just being polite, Oliver didn't really expect the topic to come up. "Since you've left, I've taken over the manor. I keep things clean and, you know, have the place open for people if they need a home. Nobody new has come in, not yet, but I promise to keep up what you started." He offers him a faint smile, but he was a bit embarrassed he had failed thus far. "Otherwise? I mean...nothing really big honestly? I can tell you all the small things while we eat, if you'd like? None of it is super important, but if you wanna hear I'll share." He doesn't want to bore Loren with all of the tiny little details. There was a small hint of something else, though, like Oliver was waiting to say something.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
