Oliver wordlessly rakes that lone leaf into his pile. I’m starting to worry a bit. He’s not precisely a smiley sunshine like my brother Ren, but Oliver has this…unbridled confidence in life. Always motivated, always moving toward his next goal, he lives with a confident carefree optimism that life will go his way. This despondent, defeated guy raking leaves, forcing a smile at Viggo’s antics that are absolutely failing to make him laugh, is nothing like the Ollie I know. Viggo frowns at Oliver—I think, sharing my concern.
