OLIVER
The hug is great and Oliver finds himself relaxing, the smile on his face widening and a soft sigh leaving his lips. When she begins to separate, he has no problem and pulls apart, the smile still evident on his lips.
Aisha quickly moves inside and Oliver shakes his head, closing to the door with his foot as he glances over at the bed. "You should be damn happy I brought myself a blanket from home. If you wanna use it, go ahead." There is a playful roll of his eyes at her comment. "I gotta worry about you, Aisha. You're basically my responsibility and everyone needs someone to look after them. I do it because I care." Oliver wasn't about to use the 'love' word, not yet. He hadn't confronted the thought and wasn't about to anytime soon.
Before he could make another joke, she lifted herself up a bit and made a rather serious comment.
His eyes widened, not out of shock over the statement itself, but surprised that she had decided to be fully honest with him about something clearly so important to her. "Thank you... for telling me." His mind races as he thinks over the right thing to say next. Luckily, he is given a bit of time as he moves towards the bed, squatting down in front of it so he's at eye level with her. "Do you wanna talk with me about your old life? If not, I understand." This was an open space and she could say whatever she wanted.
Aisha quickly moves inside and Oliver shakes his head, closing to the door with his foot as he glances over at the bed. "You should be damn happy I brought myself a blanket from home. If you wanna use it, go ahead." There is a playful roll of his eyes at her comment. "I gotta worry about you, Aisha. You're basically my responsibility and everyone needs someone to look after them. I do it because I care." Oliver wasn't about to use the 'love' word, not yet. He hadn't confronted the thought and wasn't about to anytime soon.
Before he could make another joke, she lifted herself up a bit and made a rather serious comment.
His eyes widened, not out of shock over the statement itself, but surprised that she had decided to be fully honest with him about something clearly so important to her. "Thank you... for telling me." His mind races as he thinks over the right thing to say next. Luckily, he is given a bit of time as he moves towards the bed, squatting down in front of it so he's at eye level with her. "Do you wanna talk with me about your old life? If not, I understand." This was an open space and she could say whatever she wanted.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
