Oliver studied her as she spoke, sensing that whatever had happened three years ago still had an impact on her life--even if the only thing that was changed was her relationship with her dad. He heard the tinge of sadness in her voice, and he couldn't help but wonder about the rest of the story. But it wasn't his place to ask.
Shifting closer to her on the sofa, he put an arm around her shoulders. It wasn't part of the game, it wasn't meant to be sexual in the least. It was simply a gesture of comfort. They were, after all, friends.
"How old were you when she left?" he asked quietly.
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Date: 2009-10-23 02:13 pm (UTC)Shifting closer to her on the sofa, he put an arm around her shoulders. It wasn't part of the game, it wasn't meant to be sexual in the least. It was simply a gesture of comfort. They were, after all, friends.
"How old were you when she left?" he asked quietly.