Re: Manor: Oliver/Damian
[Fish. Oliver did not know what to think of fish, as he was more likely to replicate images of things and people personally observed. Birds would have been a possibility, horrible dogs too, but not fish. Mostly, Oliver preferred depicting nature, and only very occasionally, people. Damian and himself might have had painting in common, but the fact that Damian's current muse was fish felt like an obvious nod to the differences between them(nevermind Oliver's koi socks).
As far as where to sit, Oliver took the edge of the bed while setting the small stack of clothing beside himself. Damian was sitting back at the easel, and the pair of them seemed to be finding a place to situate for the words to come. Oliver knew that what he'd offered was unorthodox. It didn't really occur to Oliver that it wasn't his place to go offering such a thing at all, but whatever.
Oliver's response to the 'sharing' of a person being frowned upon was just a shrug. Avian boned shoulders went up and then down, like he'd somehow managed to care even less than he'd ever intended.] I'm not jealous, are you? [It was likely that neither of them had witnessed enough to be jealous of the other, but being artists, they both had imaginations. Oliver looked Damian over in silent study for a moment that was very, very obvious.] I can think of you two together, like you said you were, and... I don't think it bothers me. [It wasn't supposed to! Misha and Oliver had never been something that was meant to be 'real.']
[And then:] Why do you hate me? [Which was a stretch, 'hate' had never been the word used when Damian confessed his dislike, but Oliver had been hated before, and it felt cold in the same way.]