@ Silent Angel
friends? the term made the other's eyebrows crease in the middle, his dark eyes focusing on oliver. were they on good terms? the demented boy had never had a friend - only the voice in his mind that spoke to him from time to time. even as a young boy, his earliest memory being from the age of four, he knew there was no use in making friends. he didn't need anybody; he didn't need anyone when life was so meaningless. he pursed his full lips, "do you want to be my friend, oliver?" he questioned with a tilt of his head. as much as he wanted to say no to the boy - he couldn't help but be drawn in by his eyes, his small smile. maybe a friend wouldn't be too awful, maybe roman could do with some company. after another minute of thought he gave a small nod, "just don't get too attached to me." he warned, the small grin returning to his features. "i may not be around much longer, little one." he gave the boy's nose a gentle flick before looking over his shoulder. "show me your room?" he questioned, turning his gaze to the boy in front of him. he wanted to know oliver, get inside of his chaotic mind.