and yes i've been changing. for me, not for you
There is a light shrug and Oliver takes a sip of his own wine. ”Guess I was a bit nosy in that case, never was my intention.” He wasn’t going to argue it more, if Neron saw it as him being nosy then whatever. He didn’t care enough to argue and honestly, he didn’t care about what it was called.
The information was eye opening and Oliver gave the man his full attention. The wine glass went untouched and he watched and listened. Steadily, his eyes widened as he put the pieces together, understanding what the man was conveying and correcting his previous ideas. Once Neron had clearly finished speaking, he was free to respond. ”I had no idea about, well, any of that.... I can’t say I would Ascend, but if in your place I’d... probably make a similar deal.” His voice was calm, soft, hoping that nobody was eavesdropping in on such a conversation.
The urge to punch Neron was decreasing, but he wasn’t quite ready to let his guard down. ”Loren is my friend. He is one of the first people I met when I arrived. He gave me a home and I trust him with my life... and he’s told me some things and...” His voice trails off and Oliver finds himself looking away. Nibbling on his lip, Oliver’s hand grasped at the edge of the bar, trying to keep himself calm and regulated.
The information was eye opening and Oliver gave the man his full attention. The wine glass went untouched and he watched and listened. Steadily, his eyes widened as he put the pieces together, understanding what the man was conveying and correcting his previous ideas. Once Neron had clearly finished speaking, he was free to respond. ”I had no idea about, well, any of that.... I can’t say I would Ascend, but if in your place I’d... probably make a similar deal.” His voice was calm, soft, hoping that nobody was eavesdropping in on such a conversation.
The urge to punch Neron was decreasing, but he wasn’t quite ready to let his guard down. ”Loren is my friend. He is one of the first people I met when I arrived. He gave me a home and I trust him with my life... and he’s told me some things and...” His voice trails off and Oliver finds himself looking away. Nibbling on his lip, Oliver’s hand grasped at the edge of the bar, trying to keep himself calm and regulated.
smile for the camera, it's just a shot in the dark
