OLIVER
The emotions he could feel through the bond were far from pleasant. Chewing on his lip, Oliver nodded and made one final comment on the subject. "I'll have to see then, but for now I will not stress it." That only seemed like the option and hopefully it would be good enough to help Loren to finally calm down.
There was a light shrug and Oliver tried to think of something that was, well, convincing. "Just a lot of stuff. Nothing big," That was probably the least convincing thing he could ever say. There wasn't much to say, a lot of the shit going through his head wasn't explainable, but it also didn't help that he was still mentally recovering from having his skin pierced by icicles.
A dark blush covered his cheeks and he looked away, ashamed and embarrassed. "I mean... I guess that's all it was." He noticed the shift in tone of Loren's voice. Once more, he had fucked up and hurt his friend, great job Oliver. You really are a dumb piece of shit. "I have a lot to learn in that case." There was a forced smile on his face as he turned to look at Loren once more, accepting now that he truly couldn't read people. Which...sucked.
It sucked even more when the topic of Harper got so intense. Worries of misreading people had become apparent. Had he truly misinterpreted Harper's way towards him? Was the guy just nice or did he actually have some sort of faint attraction? "I mean... I do..." Once more he chewed on his lip, his eyes skating away. This wasn't exactly the easiest thing to talk about, especially after bringing up Amun. Why the fuck would Harper want to date a dude who couldn't even read another person? No wonder why Amun hated him, he really was a guy who spoke too much, got too excited, and misinterpreted everything.
Finishing off his cider, he placed the mug a bit away from him. "I'd say they were made of wood, yeah, but I think they were also made of other stuff too? And a lot of times they came in regularly. Almost always they'd come in the morning and leave once they were unloaded or had the goods loaded on."
There was a light shrug and Oliver tried to think of something that was, well, convincing. "Just a lot of stuff. Nothing big," That was probably the least convincing thing he could ever say. There wasn't much to say, a lot of the shit going through his head wasn't explainable, but it also didn't help that he was still mentally recovering from having his skin pierced by icicles.
A dark blush covered his cheeks and he looked away, ashamed and embarrassed. "I mean... I guess that's all it was." He noticed the shift in tone of Loren's voice. Once more, he had fucked up and hurt his friend, great job Oliver. You really are a dumb piece of shit. "I have a lot to learn in that case." There was a forced smile on his face as he turned to look at Loren once more, accepting now that he truly couldn't read people. Which...sucked.
It sucked even more when the topic of Harper got so intense. Worries of misreading people had become apparent. Had he truly misinterpreted Harper's way towards him? Was the guy just nice or did he actually have some sort of faint attraction? "I mean... I do..." Once more he chewed on his lip, his eyes skating away. This wasn't exactly the easiest thing to talk about, especially after bringing up Amun. Why the fuck would Harper want to date a dude who couldn't even read another person? No wonder why Amun hated him, he really was a guy who spoke too much, got too excited, and misinterpreted everything.
Finishing off his cider, he placed the mug a bit away from him. "I'd say they were made of wood, yeah, but I think they were also made of other stuff too? And a lot of times they came in regularly. Almost always they'd come in the morning and leave once they were unloaded or had the goods loaded on."
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
