She couldn’t tell if it would be more or LESS difficult to find a time; with the uncertainty of their conditions, making plans in advance would be tough. Albeit, assuming he had to be staying nearby to her room, perhaps if Oliver wasn’t just being polite, he could just pop in when he found himself without something better to do. Garnet hummed in thought for a moment, consider her recent change in preference. Anything too loud left her with a throbbing headache & anything too emotional was simply… too draining. “I – I’m not sure what to call it, I like B-Bon Iver, the Head & the H-Heart, Birdy… c – classical music too. What- um… what about you?”
A cure. Surely, there were worse diseases that needed cures: cancer, or blindness, or diabetes. Garnet had resided herself with the thought that if she had to be another statistic for this rarity, at least someone else would be less likely to also have this affliction. But considering someone like Oliver – for him & the other people like him, to get their lives back, that would mean everything. Her thoughts were diverted as hazel orbs looked up once more, unsure how to answer. Perhaps she had lost everything, but perhaps she never had anything to begin with. Maybe it was retribution, the scars she now wore. They pulled when she smiled, still red & angry to the touch, but a constant reminder she was alive. Should she be grateful for that? Regardless, Oliver clearly had been through enough; there was no need to burden him with useless information. Dark locks bounced as she shook her head ‘no’, offering a weak smile.
“I – I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmured earnestly, “Hard to stay awake, hard t-to sleep… that m-must be difficult.” In truth, Garnet had started to accept sleep. In sleep the days passed faster, she didn’t have to think, she didn’t have to be. “I’m glad at least you – you’ve found something that c-can help you. Do – Do you run long distances?” Again, the brunette shook her head ‘no’. “Not y-yet.”
In Oliver`s case, music was what was helping him cope with his condition. It was the only activity on which he could really concentrate and stay focused without being distracted by the games his mind was playing. No dark thoughts, no feeling of powerlessness, just plain simple satisfaction from the sounds coming from his guitar. Nevertheless, surely it was different for other people. Everyone had their own thing and he wondered what that was for the brunette. It appeared to him that music was rather not it.
“Oh okay, really soft, but nice” he smiled lightly. This type of music was not exactly his style as it was a bit too soft and light for his liking, but he was willing to try and play a song. “What about... Ben Howard? Do you like him?” he asked, after reflecting for a moment over which artist he actually knew better from this genre of music and could play a song. “I like classic rock.. old classic rock you know Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Joy Division, The Rolling Stones... this kind of stuff usually, but also blues” he nodded. His music taste was not exactly varied, but there were a lot of artists that he liked from particular genres of rock.
After the brunette replied negatively with no further explanation, Oliver figured it was a topic she obviously had no desire to talk about. Thus he gave a slight nod in order to show understanding and moved on to the next topic, without asking any further questions.
Running was rather a too strong term regarding what he really did, which was more of a light jogging. “More like short distances... I just go for a jog when everything.. the tiredness, the overwhelming feelings get too much. Physical activity kind of helps charge back your energy” he explained. In such cases he was ready to do anything at all, as long as it could take his mind off things. “Do you have any hobbies?” he asked, taking a glace at the girl and her dark curls, resting on her shoulders.
