~3rd Person POV~

"You're sure starved, aren't you?"

Len looked up from his hands, which were holding handfuls of food, and gave a shrug. "Quite literally."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "My 'quite' or your 'quite'?"

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" The older blond began to look even more confused as he took a bite out of a croissant he was holding. He seemed to really like bread.... Maybe he was just accustomed to liking it.

"You didn't know? Apparently Americans have an entirely different definition of the word 'quite' than British people do." Oliver cocked his head to the side a bit as he spoke. "Americans define the word 'quite' as 'absolutely' or 'completely'. However, British people tend to use it in the definition of 'fairly'. Then again, it can mean both for the British anyway."

Len looked at Oliver, a bit dumbfounded. "Was any of that really necessary...?"

"Nope~!" Oliver giggled, shrugging. "Anyway, toss me a croissant, would you?" He batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly and pursed his lips like he was just an innocent child. Which seemed to be the exact opposite of what he was, according to Len.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever. Just quit making that weird expression." Len tossed Oliver a croissant, a bit awkwardly at that, but Oliver still managed to catch it with his free hand.

"Thanks~!"

"You know, it's strange...." Len mumbled aloud, causing Oliver to perk up with interest.

"What is?" The younger asked, munching on his croissant like some sort of rodent.

"You," Len deadpanned, huffing. "I don't get you at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not afraid. You're not the least bit afraid." Len looked down as he spoke, seeming to be thinking about something.

Oliver narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What's there to be afraid of?"

"Me!" Len suddenly snapped, attempting to break the chain holding the handcuffs together, but to no avail.

Oliver didn't seem phased at all. "Well, jeez, you big doof. There's not really anything about you I find scary. I mean, you're pretty attractive, I'm not gonna lie there. You seem kind, have a sense of humor, and really, I don't think there's anything scary about you at all." He gave a small, innocent smile before he continued, "Really, there must've been a reason for someone like you to have snapped like that before. Surely you aren't a monster. There's no question there."

Len's eyes widened at all the things Oliver was saying, but one thing the boy said hit Len hard. "Really, there must've been a reason for someone like you to have snapped like that before." He faltered, falling back against the counter.

"Hmm? Len? Are you alright?" Oliver's expression hinted at worry, but he didn't show much of it, if he even cared at all anyway.

"Don't...." Len murmured, using his elbows to keep himself from falling onto the floor.

"Wha—?" Suddenly, Oliver gasped and let go of his knee, using both hands to clutch at his head tightly. "L-Len...! Y-your thoughts...." His tone obviously showed pain, and it was easy to tell that he was stressed now.

"Don't...! Don't talk about that! Don't act like you understand me!" Len shouted angrily, lunging at Oliver and gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. "You can never understand me! Just shut the hell up! You're just a dumb kid with a disability pretending to know how to read minds! I bet you think I am a monster, don't you?! I don't need anymore! Don't give me that crap anymore! I've been lied to enough!" He roughly shoved Oliver back, making the younger fall to the floor and hit the back of his head. He let out a few more angered shouts, which were incoherent, before running back upstairs towards his room.

Oliver laid there on the floor, clutching his head tightly. He was certain that he would at least get a bruise. Hopefully nothing worse.... "Y-you...." He mumbled out unconsciously, panting softly from the pain and shock of everything. "Your thoughts, Len...."

Oliver groaned softly as he stood up, somehow having the energy to let out a small...chuckle? He pulled out his phone and dialed a number while going into a cabinet and grabbing some bandages for his head. Well, more bandages than he already had.

"Hello?" Oliver spoke into the phone once he heard the person on the other end pick up.

"Hah? Oliver? What're you calling for? You never speak with me unless it's an emergency...." The voice on the other end spoke with irritation laced in their voice.

"Mmn, I do. You're my backup, remember?" Oliver laughed softly as he used his shoulder to hold the phone against his ear while he wrapped his head carefully, hissing softly in pain.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What do you want?"

Oliver rolled his eyes at how annoyed the person sounded. "Cheer up! You know you love helping me~!"

"Cut the crap and get to the point, Oliver."

Oliver flinched slightly, sighing. "Cold.... Fine. I need you to come over and bring a few supplies, alright?"

"Supplies? That bad, huh?"

"I guess you could call it that. Just, can you do it?"

"Depends on what type of supplies we're talking about."

"Right. I'll tell you once I know if you're accepting or now."

"Ouch. That really hurt me, you know? Don't trust me?"

"As one of my past clients I am obliged to say no to that statement." Oliver tied the bandages tightly around his head and moved to hold the phone with his hand again.

"Really? Not your true feelings then? Mmn, you're making this a bit hard to accept.... What's in it for me?" Oliver could practically hear the smirk in the person's voice.

"A new friend?" Oliver attempted, laughing awkwardly.

"Bye."

"No, wait, wait! How about...I'll read her mind for you. Good? See what she thinks about you?"

The voice on the other end squealed with joy. "Really?! You'd do that for me?! Oh, Ollie, thank you so much! I'll be over tomorrow at dusk, alright?"

Oliver had to pull the phone away from his ear just so he wouldn't go deaf. "That late...?"

"I'll have to get the supplies you were talking about, remember?"

"Right, right." Oliver sighed and proceeded to give a list of certain supplies to the person on the other end. Once everything was set and done, he hung up.

'Somethings a bit off....' Oliver thought, thinking about the face of the person he mentioned while talking on the phone. 'She looks almost exactly like Len....'