It was good to get a breath of fresh air. It was too much if a hassel to crawl out into the forest, he figured, but if he the rooftops then he could at least appreciate some sort of view before the snow piled on again. Oliver wasn't built for the freezing winter, it'd taken him exactly one chilly evening and retarded looking snowman to decide he was done with all that.
The young man let out a loud, drawling yawn as he reached the last step, swinging through the heavy metal doors, not bothering to hide his presence in the least. While he didn't expect to see anyone else up there along with him, he was sure he shouldn't have been surprised. Some girl around his own age, holding her hand up to the thin air, staring away at nothing. He frowned, shifting around place. What, was she crazy, chatting it up with herself? (He shouldn't have been surprised by that either, knowing this place.)
"Who are you talking to?" Oliver called over, crossing his arms together and puffing out a cloud of air.