Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
Frozen was a good word for it, as the meeting was still and quiet except for the two of them. Oliver didn't really notice, which was only unusual because he tended to notice everything. It was helpful and different than the way that his brother noticed things. Jude noticed people, he could tell when they were upset, and usually he could tell what to do about it to. Jude always knew what to say. Oliver never knew what to say, and when he did say, it most often made things a whole hell of alot worse. Which wasn't Oliver's fault so much as it was everyone else's for varied reasons that Oliver usually had to think up on the spot. That was why Oliver was better at noticing things than people. He didn't connect the way Jude did. The only person in Repose that he'd had a real and lengthy conversation with was a self-proclaimed clone, so that probably said something about his people skills.
When the crazy boy hopped to his feet and extended a hand, Oliver looked the chipped nails over, and brown eyes moved up the arm to the boy's face. He took the hand, and he stood without much concern for the group that they were abandoning. The therapist hadn't done as much for him as talking to the crazy guy had. Besides, there was the promise of a painting room, and that had him curious, although Oliver didn't think he could paint anything real right now, not even if he wanted to. He wasn't feeling so inspired lately.
Starting down the hall, and he finally spoke up. "What does he say to you, god?"