With his leaving, it was as if someone had taken away the wheels capable of driving their conversation. Both Oliver and Nila descended into silence. Oliver hadn't really thought on the fact that they were alone, but now his body seemed to have an instinctive understanding of it, and sensed the danger itself. He didn't want to say anything, and risk shattering the temporary illusion that things between he and Nila were normal.
"A-a keep… T-that will be good, right?" Nila stammered. She herself could recognize how stupid she sounded, and she turned away, knowing her face to be red.
Oliver stared. He hadn't expected her to break the silence. And especially not with casual speech.
Carefully, he chose his next response, as if to keep alive a single weak spark, in the hopes that it might blossom in a fire.
