Re: Train tracks: Oliver & Gwen
"My statements are mine, don't tell me I'm wrong." Because contradictory meant wrong, and wrong was a sensitive subject for someone who'd been brought up to be the golden child of a crumbling empire. He rolled his eyes when she started on about the cinnamon toast, which was clearly a mystery to her. "Just forget it." His tone had soured completely after the point that she'd told him he was wrong… but really, Oliver hadn't been that enjoyable from the beginning.
"The things I like make me unhappy all of the time." Not just things, but people. And, as if to prove that point, Oliver ran the toe of his show along the daisy infested traintrack before him, and he smudged the flowers away, creating an indecipherable and foamy cloud of yellow and white. She seemed to have liked the green worm, but he smudged it away as well. Oliver didn't continue down the tracks to destroy the rest of the garden despite considering it. He became preoccupied instead by her question on dreams.
"You can go bad places too," he told her. And then she told him that he wasn't shy, and Oliver looked at her. Blue eyes on blue eyes, and he thought that Jude would like her very much. For some reason, that made him a little sad.