Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
"I'm not here to entertain you!" That was like a whole new insult, and maybe this crazy person was worse at defining things than Oliver was. This realization at least made Oliver feel less and less like this Quiet Home was the place for him. He thought that the sheriff wanted him to talk to people, professional people, or maybe the sheriff just wanted him to go back to work and make things less complicated for Sam. That was understandable, love made one person more important than all the others, and Oliver felt like that about his brother. So he got it, and he got why Jude wanted him to talk to people… it was all good in theory, but there was no way to talk about it without talking about that. That which laid far back in the dark and the nightmares, and the dreams that couldn't even qualify as nightmares… which made it kind of worse. If abuse was evil, was Oliver evil for not always hating it?
No, he wasn't evil, he knew that. He was just … conflicted sometimes. "My brother wants me to talk to somebody. He's afraid I… I don't know, he doesn't want me to go crazy." There was a careful lifting of earthen eyes to the other Crazy. "He's always looking after me, he thinks I'll break like glass. I'm quieter than him, and I don't make friends like him, so he thinks I'm… too sensitive, I don't know. He makes friends and fucks people and talks to strangers and plans parties," This part ended on a laugh, but it was kind of a sad laugh. "And he wants me to be like that too. So I guess thats why I'm here." A sniff, and his spine straightened like indifference was the best default. "To plan parties and fuck people."
As for that final question, about when Oliver last felt something good and strong and not about art at all. It shouldn't have terrified him to admit, but it kind of did, "I don't know…"