Re: Manor: Oliver/Damian
[The sadness, or self-pity, or whatever manner of emotion it was that was occupying the boy on Damian's bed, it was singularly obvious. Perhaps the word was 'pervasive.' It seemed to fill the room, and Damian simply sat, feeling no particular impulse to change that. He watched Oliver, quite nearly impassive, and he was certain the boy was jealous, in spite of his own words denying such. He did not know if this changed anything.
Damian tutted.] You are willfully misinterpreting. Normal, in this particular capacity. I am certain you are very unique. [It was sad flatly, losing some (all, any) of its earnestness. But, he blinked at the furthering of the thought.] You cannot? [He frowned. He did not ask why.] What is it you wish from me?