"April!"
"April!"
Oliver called twice and quickly ran outside.
He crouched by the door, peering out, and saw April leaving him with a "I've seen it all" look on her back.
He shouted "April" once more.
April's steps paused slightly, but she raised her hand, waved it, making a reassuring gesture.
Oliver: "..."
Don't be so "understanding," can we talk things out properly?!
Oliver shed tears in the wind.
Marcus Shaw was tidying his clothes and sauntered over, looked out at April's departing figure, then glanced sideways at Oliver, "You really don't know your boundaries."
"Wasn't I just anxious?" Oliver turned back, tears in his eyes.
"I'm not anxious, why are you?" Marcus said, bewildered.
"..."
Oliver opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for words.
After thinking for a bit, Oliver directly grabbed Marcus's wrist and pulled him into the tent.
"I just want a look," Oliver earnestly stared at Marcus, "Otherwise, I'll tell sis about your issue."
"..."
