[It was a question of how many friends he actually had back at the place that he would refer to as home. He knew of people and he had spoken to them but that actually did not qualify friendship. It was a business, some sort of competition that was nothing too aggressive. There were also two others who were running the same field as himself. He had not a reason in the world to be cruel to the people who worked with and against. But those people were not friends.
All he could do was feel sorry with his sudden ideas. They weren't out of some form of desperation, were they? It was simply different to see someone, meet with someone, who was a little like himself. But he knew they could not be too much of the same with the way Oliver was. He was selfish. It was a reminder that he was still a 'child.' How cruel but he would have to stop with that behaviour. Assuming things was a bit much. He had James, still, and James understood him. It was silly to act the way that he was.
When Jim spoke again, Oliver blinked a few times out of confusion. He certainly was not deaf but he was not entirely anticipating the invitation. It was him not being disregarded completely. He hadn't proved to be of any use and yet he was being offered some sort of ride. Not that it meant that everything else was all well with the world or that he would allow himself to suddenly give up on doing anything for himself. Being dependent on a person was too much and not safe. It was not a free ticket to anything besides having someone who spoke with the same form of mouth as he.]
Yes! I won't slow things down things for you, sir! Not at all! I promise!
[It was then a hand was extended in the man's direction. Oliver had curled his fingers against his palm besides the pinkie. The smallest finger was left holding out. He was going to make sure that what he had said was sincere. He wouldn't do anything bad and he was not going to lie about it.]
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All he could do was feel sorry with his sudden ideas. They weren't out of some form of desperation, were they? It was simply different to see someone, meet with someone, who was a little like himself. But he knew they could not be too much of the same with the way Oliver was. He was selfish. It was a reminder that he was still a 'child.' How cruel but he would have to stop with that behaviour. Assuming things was a bit much. He had James, still, and James understood him. It was silly to act the way that he was.
When Jim spoke again, Oliver blinked a few times out of confusion. He certainly was not deaf but he was not entirely anticipating the invitation. It was him not being disregarded completely. He hadn't proved to be of any use and yet he was being offered some sort of ride. Not that it meant that everything else was all well with the world or that he would allow himself to suddenly give up on doing anything for himself. Being dependent on a person was too much and not safe. It was not a free ticket to anything besides having someone who spoke with the same form of mouth as he.]
Yes! I won't slow things down things for you, sir! Not at all! I promise!
[It was then a hand was extended in the man's direction. Oliver had curled his fingers against his palm besides the pinkie. The smallest finger was left holding out. He was going to make sure that what he had said was sincere. He wouldn't do anything bad and he was not going to lie about it.]