Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
There was some considering, and Oliver had stopped his pacing and his hair tugging awhile ago, probably somewhere around the moment that they'd started discussing kissing. "No, we can," he said, stepping forward as if this was some kind of show of bravery to be put on. Or maybe just not a big deal at all, Oliver didn't really know what he was aiming for, but he did know that, "I don't lie to him... not wholly like that." The only things that Oliver thought he almost lied about were being 'fine,' which only half-counted, and never whole counted because Jude always knew the truth anyway.
"So we can, but um..." It had nothing to do with the length of this conversation, and how it was the most normal conversation Oliver'd had with anybody in a long time. And it had nothing to do with how Misha let Oliver sketch him without question. And it had nothing to do with how blue Misha's eyes were.
It really had nothing to do with the way that Oliver was scared to do it, but maybe more scared not to.
"I don't know," and that was honesty when Misha asked how Jude should find out about 'them'. It was impossible for him to work out the most logical way of it, because he'd never had to tell Jude about 'somebody' before. Not somebody he kissed anyway... just about Billy, the boy that he drew sometimes.
"Are you good at lying?" That would be the deciding factor.