it isn't often that anyone manages to sneak up on him, so on the rare occasion that it does happen, well, it's enough to make him JUMP. he is about ready to shrink down and disappear between the cracks in the floorboards, but the voice is familiar, friendly even, albeit sounding a touch dejected. “ a-avoiding you ? ” his voice cracks as he turns to face the other blonde, who hovers slightly above the ground. sonny is already taller than oliver, so his insistence on even more height brings the shorter endless frustration. “ i-i'm not ! avoiding you. i'm not avoiding you. ” he realises that he doesn't sound entirely convincing, green eyes falling from the hero down to the floor.
“ really, i'm not. i've just . . . had a lot on my plate. ”