[He says after a beat, letting Oliver's words sit in the air before he answers them in a soft, barely there tone of voice. His eyes are glued to him, looking over the marks of his hand and following those lines to the machine in his hand - breathing in deep, and doing as he's told by holding his hand the way Oliver's instructed him to. Then he just lolls his head back and appears quite at ease.]
no subject
[He says after a beat, letting Oliver's words sit in the air before he answers them in a soft, barely there tone of voice. His eyes are glued to him, looking over the marks of his hand and following those lines to the machine in his hand - breathing in deep, and doing as he's told by holding his hand the way Oliver's instructed him to. Then he just lolls his head back and appears quite at ease.]
I wish I could do what you do.