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Oli was broken from his trance by a voice directly in front of him, flinching involuntarily in response,
"Hay Oli! Want to come and sit with me and Cortlan? You look lonely over here and we have lots of seats at our table!"
It took him a long moment to focus his eyes on the little blonde girl, to make out exactly who it was. Not that Cleo was someone that could be easily forgotten. They all knew who she was, the one that didn't let the gloom of ol' Maydin's get to her. Yet.
Cleo had tried to speak to him before a few times, all smiles and joy of her usual self, but, as much as he had tried, he could not respond. He had watched in hollow silence as her smile faded to one of pity, waving a goodbye to him and going away to speak with her 'friends'.
But this time was different , he thought hazily as his eyes slowly tracked back to the girl who had been seated at Cleo's lunch table. She had a real person accompanying her this time. A friend they could all see, and a newbie at that.
Another long moment passed as Oli tried to piece all his thoughts together, really wanting to respond, to say 'Yes', but the drugs made it hard to concentrate. Not that that was essentially a bad thing.
He blinked hard a few times, trying to get some control, but everything stayed fuzzy.

Finally, with a shaky voice, "I.. Y-ye... Yes. I-I wou... Would."