All of the sudden, he felt the unshakable desire to tell her what he had done. That he had gone, with Jake Bexley, to Ethiopia in search of this "potential" child of his, and, that they had spent the whole month of December following trail after trail that Ollie knew would, eventually, lead to what he was looking for. Nona could turn away from it, attempt to keep him from the truth, but he would--- it would come out. Perhaps not today, or tomorrow, or a year from now, or ten years from now, but it would, eventually.
He had taken in a deep breath, even ready to announce this to her, but.... just as quickly as Ollie had inflated, he deflated. It had been a long time since he had last seen her, and every moment he stood before her was a further reminder of that. So, instead, he let out his long breath in the form of a heavy sigh.
"I thought..." he began, brows knitting as he tried to catch her gaze. "I don't know," Ollie admitted, believing it the truth. What did he want? Well, that was all relative, he supposed, but in this specific instance, all he knew was that he hadn't been able to just let her walk away.
"To talk to you," he settled on finally. But wasn't that always the case? He felt an unsettled and uncomfortable sear begin to burn in his side. That was always the case, and look how what it had produced for him yet; nothing except confusion and longing. His mouth pulled into a slight frown.
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