Re: Oliver/Misha
It's court order, and I got to finish my time. I ain't interested in a life spent running and with a mental history that means I can't live with folks. Since when do you believe I got any magic to me?
You listen here. I told your brother clear that me and you kissing and holding hands and being close, that wasn't pretending. It wasn't to me any. I didn't think you liked me a whole lot, but I didn't think we were playacting alone in that hospital hallway. And I would've told you soon as it happened, and I meant to do it after my appointment that morning, but I didn't come back any. Damian and me, we didn't even meet face to face until recent. I wasn't hiding this from you, rhubarb. I ain't that kind of person.
[...] Do you still want to do what you asked him after?
Damian won't tell you what to do, Oli. Far as he's concerned, that's for you to decide. Damian, he's real decent under the bark, but you got to be sure enough to get past it. The first handful of months me and him talked, he told me he didn't want to talk to me regular. That's just his way of coping, just like you and me got ours.
I talked to that man when Jude got himself tangled up real stupid with that vampire. He seemed real concerned bout you, which makes me like him fine.
I can help you work on it, but on one condition: We add some things to the list bout you being a happy person. Being better, that ain't as important, rhubarb. It ain't being better. That makes it sound like there's a thing wrong with you, and there ain't. You're just working things through, just like we all do growing.