OLIVER
A verbal groan left Oliver and he took a bite of his food, holding up a finger to show that he needed a moment. Might as well enjoy himself before he started being way too open. Once he was done with that, he leaned back and presented himself as normal once more. "I mean. I have a wooden dick. That's a major confidence booster, if you ask me. As well, everything is going to shit! I am absolutely terrified about the prospect of what's going to happen. Something bad is going to happen and I am terrified of what it's going to be." Once his ramble was done, Oliver felt free enough to dig into his food, enjoying himself once more and waiting to hear what Loren had to say about his worries and woes.
Unfortunately for Oliver, he knew exactly why he had fallen for Amun... or he could make a large assumption on why. His hand went to rub at his neck, his eyes averting far away. "I mean... I kind of said why I fell for him and why I thought he wanted more... he bit me. I was out in the marketplace and he called me out, made me feel so wanted and just incredible... and then after that he just kept talking to me and looking at me the same way he had before." His face grows darker and darker as he speaks, steadily growing quieter. It's shameful. Loren must look at him and think of him as so many bad things.
As Loren went to refill his cider, Oliver was tempted to join him, to use it as an excuse to not answer the question just yet. However, that would only really delay it. "Honestly? No idea. I don't want to make him uncomfortable and I mean... what if he doesn't feel that way towards me? And then I ruin our friendship?" That was an absolutely massive worry. Oliver couldn't lose Harper, the man was too kind and sweet. To lose his friend because he couldn't handle his horniness? Honestly, embarrassing.
Tapping his foot, Oliver thought for a moment. The visuals were partial and the specific words had long been lost. "Okay... these ships were big most of the time. I think they would come on a schedule. None came daily, but some came twice a week, others would come the same day each week or every other week." That was only part of the answer and hardly even addressed everything that he was thinking about. "They came in either super late at night or super early in the morning. They'd leave by the afternoon, yeah. Some would unload and some would take on stuff, typically do both honestly." His nodded as he thought over his words, now staring at the table without even realizing it. That sounded about right and it addressed the mental image his mind had created.
Unfortunately for Oliver, he knew exactly why he had fallen for Amun... or he could make a large assumption on why. His hand went to rub at his neck, his eyes averting far away. "I mean... I kind of said why I fell for him and why I thought he wanted more... he bit me. I was out in the marketplace and he called me out, made me feel so wanted and just incredible... and then after that he just kept talking to me and looking at me the same way he had before." His face grows darker and darker as he speaks, steadily growing quieter. It's shameful. Loren must look at him and think of him as so many bad things.
As Loren went to refill his cider, Oliver was tempted to join him, to use it as an excuse to not answer the question just yet. However, that would only really delay it. "Honestly? No idea. I don't want to make him uncomfortable and I mean... what if he doesn't feel that way towards me? And then I ruin our friendship?" That was an absolutely massive worry. Oliver couldn't lose Harper, the man was too kind and sweet. To lose his friend because he couldn't handle his horniness? Honestly, embarrassing.
Tapping his foot, Oliver thought for a moment. The visuals were partial and the specific words had long been lost. "Okay... these ships were big most of the time. I think they would come on a schedule. None came daily, but some came twice a week, others would come the same day each week or every other week." That was only part of the answer and hardly even addressed everything that he was thinking about. "They came in either super late at night or super early in the morning. They'd leave by the afternoon, yeah. Some would unload and some would take on stuff, typically do both honestly." His nodded as he thought over his words, now staring at the table without even realizing it. That sounded about right and it addressed the mental image his mind had created.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
