Re: 9pm Oliver and OPEN
"Way to make your new buddy feel old, Av," Oliver deadpanned, but wasn't able to keep the goodnatured humor from making itself known in his gaze. He'd liked to think that he'd gotten whatever mandatory life crisis he'd been assigned out of the way once he'd stepped away from his addiction, found Jason, and gotten his translating job. Sure, it might have been early, but he'd felt settled, complete for so long that he hadn't even considered any sort of do over. After the past year, he still wasn't entirely sure he needed or wanted an overhaul, but maybe that wasn't necessary. Maybe he just needed to learn to cope and move on, and for that maybe it didn't matter where he was.
"Well, I don't want to go out and call it a plus side," he started, almost regretfully. "But I think that whatever anybody needs to figure out, they'll have plenty of time here to do it. Don't feel like they're in any hurry to let us go." It was a sad truth, though paled in comparison to the addendum his brain felt compelled to click on. Except for the ones who disappear. He didn't want to think about that. "Well, until a brainiac or two throws 'em for a loop and gets us all the heck out of here," he added instead, tossing a glance over at Avram, letting the humor leak through again. "No pressure."